Servant of an Unholy Plague - Drowning the Light

In an empire of mutilated silhouettes

Where shadows tell tales of nocturnal dark enigmas

Who curse the very ground they walk on

Who cause the feeble to tremble

A lonesome soul watches from a far

Poisoning the light with his gaze

A black templar of unearthly power

A rotten being of foul intentions

He curses the very ground he walks on

He causes the feeble to tremble

He reeks of dead angels tears

He lives with the rats of no fear

The servant of an unholy plague

The bringer of cruel intent

He wanders a path of sorrow

Torture to reinvent

He is the bite of this world

Thrown aside by the cross

The one who rapes the hymen of earth

Who spreads the black crust

He laughs at the folly of man

He is part of our dark clan

With spite he loughs

His story will be told

For years to come

He will always return

A fire that forever burns