From Hades He Came

He of the depths To the surface he came Horned demon from Hades To cleanse your surface with flame This beast of the dark Surfaces to spread his plight To enhance his black Extinguish your light Your skies will become red His heathens will march Your world as you know it Will become torched and scorched His cloven children Will spread like the flames For you will be eternally dark Kneel down and proclaim Chant to your master The Dark King has come When your chanting is over Your new world has began http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php