Hope Annihilator - Barbarian

Degraded lapdogs

Slaves of the slaves

Meek in their dungeons

Wit for their fate

Faith is their armour

Hope is their pride

Charity wielded

Will is denied

Alive and rotting

Triumph of worms

Theirs is the power

Theirs are the storms

Thousands of bodies

Still in the dark

Embraced by foul stench

Shunned by the light

Standing on corpses

Standing on shards

Invoking more pain

Weaving the shroud

Vengeance comes

Hope’s annihilation

Scorching

Illusions destruction