The Sword of Uncreation - Psycroptic

The winds they chill me, flowing from beyond the woods

Darkness approaches, moonlight will guide me

I take my cruellest weapons, for the fear of death

My journey will take me

Beyond the realms of, humane society

To the village of Sodom!

They will kill me- I am enemy

I am their foe- they fear what they know

I carry with me- something they seek

An ancient sword- Revered by all

In my journey- I have seen

Many a creature- many a freak

But the sword- has remained with me

My mission- (deliver the sword)

To my evil master, the hilt contains what he needs

Stones from another time, constructed by the hands of a demon

It was a thousand years ago, when the sword was created

A plan a thousand years old.

All for the one known as-

Satan…

I travel on into the night, no rest for I dont want to die

My destination only a day away.

The castle of the demon is-

Waiting for me

The future of mankind is in my hands

I carry the forces of the Armageddon

I will destroy the world in one foul swoop-

It is- it was- me

I am- Now I- Can’t

See what- I was o-r am

I know- it is- time

For me- to enter the realm

It lies just ahead of me

On the- path I follow

In the earth’s blood I will-

WALLOW!

And now I enter the masters lair, he calls me to his side

His skin has a certain coldness

His touch makes me churn inside

I hand the sword over to him, he accepts with a gleam in his eye

He thrusts the sword into my heart

I die a willing sacrifice