Glory Of The Tyrant

Darkness rises so slowly
when the light fades,
until with frown in my forehead
I walk a desolated path
Arounded by insipid pines
that feed Witches and Goblins,
unholy souls behind me
watch my steps without course.

Dominated by vast hate
that governs my being
Blood desire makes me slave
and tranforms my essence
in a lurking fierce wolf
with cold blood and Metal Heart
with the claw made of steel...
Ready to kill...

...The dark wood, guardian of beasts
(receives) my abominable soul
so I shelter there feeding my anger,
taking weak hearts,
I reduce' em to ashes,
marking their cruel destiny,
in my Hell I make them my eternal slaves.

My eternal slaves!