While unfolding the power of the Summoning,
I hear, far in thy lands, an echo.
Horses stomps, Man's feet.
Stirring up the air, the wind is whispering to my ear...

Lead by an uncurable frenzy
They march towards their fate.
Standing tall and respectful
The Commander, commands it all

They don't know me...
My ritual keeps on going
While an urge keeps on growing
I think I stole their battlelust.

Deep in the Valley I walk around
Corrupting any source of life,
Just by my presence
Demonic energies unleashing

I beat my wings, and look through my blindfold
So many little lights, some bigger.
And one, bigger than all.

''You are not Prepared!''
Fiercily, I screamed that.

A sound of laughter was heard
The contract had just be signed
It would be my pleasure.
They resumed their march.

About 30 thousands soldier only?
It was really a Man's joke.
I stood still and watched them circling me
I repeated it once more, tired of being bothered

''Futile little worms, you'll pay for wasting my time!''

The attacks began. The swirls of the swords, all-out.
Hardly any clinging sounds.
Just flesh, slashed, cut.
The smell, of fresh spilled blood

A normal state.
Twinblades on both of my hands.
A Massacre. A Slaughter.

A last cut on the Commander.
He stumbles to the ground and prays.
Begging for freedom, for life

''Life binds you to another kind of freedom. Death, grants you everthing you desire the most.''

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