Upon hooves,
Behold I, th' black banner...
The answer,
To your prayer.
Into this world, have I come,
To
conquer.
This light, which none so dare,
With mortal hands
Is the very harp of my dark art.
Shall ye guess my
tune?..
Inverted prayer,
Thirteen thrones.. of ash.
Nothing can bind,
The spell that I wind..
Nothing can halt,
The Hail
that I wield..
Blood is my wine,
Aloft, I raise my horn......
Mother, priest, and child... trampled, all!
Aloft I raise my
sword......
Father, son, and holy spire... ablaze!
Aloft I raise my form......
'Twas ye, who kindled, in dark desire,
The
black flame,
Which would... consume... this world...