Serpentine Whispers - Hoth

There is one always watching from the shadows

Disguised as an affable mentor

One who knows the gifts of the darkness

His words reek o' lies and a power unmatched

No one can sense his ever creeping influence

As he shrouds his ill will from his foes

He knows the young one’s passions will overwhelm

All the somber vows he has sworn

Slithering into his ears, a legend was passed down

From the old master to the vile disciple

Dark magic, dark desire, unnatural power

See the dead, stop the dying, save the ones he loves

The necromantic powers guised in white

A noble cloth hides the fetid spirit

A bastard child born of prophecy

Misplaced hope of an age forgotten

His words are like the singing of serpents

Songs the color of shadows

He blurs the line between good and evil

A false smile masking the deceit

Sensing the young one’s power and lust

He grows ever bolder still

A silver tongue conceals the bile of his nature

He wants to consume the stars

Sit with me, my child, I know what troubles you

So listen to my words attentively

Become a god, create life, though some might hold these ancient secrets as

unholy and unnatural

Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem

Opem celaverunt ab, te verum quidem opem

Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem

Opem celaverunt ab, te verum quidem opem

Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem

Opem celaverunt ab, te verum quidem opem

Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem

Opem celaverunt ab, te verum quidem opem