The Oppressor

for you i have been missing, you are short of a prayer, this domain they have spoken is cold but a stare, for hand that i reach is short of a friend, so trust me my fellow this is where it shall end, the blood river flows and colder as it grows, for my heart is the lands or prosperity as it shows, a riddle for you my love, its as pretty as a dove, think of my father that force me from above, I am the rich, powerful and the great, i am the one that has taken your chance of all fate, I open the gate, for the children that have been freed to the father of all hate.