For all the murders uncommitted With all the rage and fury that has been held within Chains of gold and silver Foul acts executed only within the mind Punished no longer for deeds undone
If that flesh only knew The many ways which it has met its grisly end All the times the bones broken and flesh rent Surely I would no longer be Free to burn away the minds and flesh of The Chosen With a mere thought cessation of life manifests Though still holding high the mass of order Only those to be reaped shall be taken but within the ebon thoughts All will perish and be put to an end
Soon no longer will these limits be tolerated Their defiance of me will turn to meek submission All those who claim no fear of me Do not know what awaits within the waves Of torment yet to be unleashed
