Blade

The king and his concubines,The master and his slave, the lord and his servants, the sickle and the grave. Far be it for me to deny the power of the everlasting Source. It feeds the the universe and starves the planets. Centrifical force pushes my mind to the brink of eternity, tap dancing on the wooden floors of insanity. The sun rises and i feel the power of the day, beating upon my skin like hot lava pouring over a mountain top in a distant galaxy upon the face of a lifeless planet. With the war- torn wings of an Angel I soar across the sky, scorching the clouds with the blood of my Ancestors. My shout is like the roar of a thousand lions and in my hand i clutch the cursed blade of Nosfaratu. Looking to devour and destroy the evil that so easily besets me......