The Devourer Of Light (part 2)

Shadows crawl from the cracks in the earth,

Cursed winds scream with a hunger for birth.

Blood-moon rising like an omen of war,

The night king whisper, “I will rise once more.”

Children of darkness are breaking their chains,

Hunting the living with fire in their veins.

Echoes of torment flood the trembling skies—

One step closer, and the daylight die.

Fear turns to ash in the jaws of the night,

He comes alive when the last torch dies.

I am the devourer of light,

The reaper who thrives when the sun turns to ice.

I am the end of your sight,

A nightmare unleashed from the coffin of night.

Bend to the throne of eternal despair—

Your final breath is a whispered prayer.

Crimson rivers feed the hungry ground,

Vampire legions marching, spellbound.

From the cathedral, the bells toll doom,

A requiem carved in the smoke and the gloom.

The Richter flame flickers, fighting the void,

A last hope trembling, nearly destroyed—

But shadows swallow every holy spark,

And the masters returns to reclaim the dark,

Hope is a corpse that can’t stand the fight,

His wings unfold, blotting out the light.

I am the devourer of light,

The sovereign of terror, the bearer of blight.

I am the death in the night,

The heartbeat you hear when your soul takes flight.

Fall to your knees as the darkness expands—

All of your fate lies in my hands.

Black sun rising—

Your world collapsing.

The hourglass cracks…

And the shadows begin attacking.

Nocturnal of blood—

The ancient curse ignites,

As I ascend…

To consume the world of light.

I am the devourer of light,

The tyrant who shrouds every star in the night.

I am the end of your fight,

Bow to the void, your eternal blight.

Darkness eternal, forever my throne—

In the ashes of dawn…

You die alone.