Stryderre, Stalker In The Shadows

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Once a young man,

eager to serve

mankind with purpose,

enlist he did.

In proud he gave his vow

to die for the Emperor

or live in shame.

On a rebellious planet

summoned he was,

to do his bidding,

the first of them all.

Brothers of blood on his side,

armed with sword with biting teeth,

he landed down in a metal flying beast,

rushed to front with bloodlust

and wanted to feast.

Follow his orders he did.

Killed hundreds,

mangled without hesitation.

Swallowing every scream,

until there was no more left to slay.

Horrors he did,

filled his deed.

But scars very deep

It did bit.

Nightmares made him ill.

Cold sweat tearing his skin.

Insanity came, wanting to fill.

Murder he did, killed all of his kin.

He took their heads,

heard them whisper.

Tried to mute them,

sew their mouths and eyes,

but their dark thoughts

would not stop poisoning his mind.

Years passed,

thousands of them.

Nights became endless,

darkness over washed.

No longer young nor man,

he wanders between realms,

hunting careless,

Using shadow as his hide.

With blood he has to feed

his splintered soul

filled with murder and greed.

Mother, he is still there,

amusing your insatiable hunger

that can never be met
by satisfaction...

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Tears of Isstvan - Yggdrassillium