Darklord

Dark watching

Hands shaking

Time to bring it home

Seating atop and waiting for victory

Don’t care how many back stabbers kneeling in front

Waiting a chance to prove loyalty

Don’t care

Bring the heads and enforce the rule

Everyone just a puppet for you

Cutting cord just because

Human desires, weak, love, hate, doubts all gone away

Only objection is to be the terror that shadow the regime

Let the legend grow,

Fairytale are meant to be broken

Dark sword are painted with blood from heart

Yet the eye that can see through it all are harder to resist

No one is safe, not blood or loyalty

No cunning and witty

No love or guarding

Mere playings in the cage of dark

Old age might claim the final prize

Yet lord has a plan to stop time

Taking the world with him

No one walks away in the end