Blood Spilt
by Silk
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copyright 12/19/97

Dark as the night my soul
Hard as the mountain my heart
Cold as the winter my eyes
Black as a raven's wing my tresses

Destiny calls my name
but I do not hear it
Instead I am already there
Creating it, molding it to suit me

Like a raging flood I am
Sweeping all before me
None shall pass or escape
All die in my cold waters

Ravens follow my army
feeding on the vanquished
heralders of my rage and hate
messengers of the blood I will spill

Flee from me mankind
For I am not gentle
Death from me is cruel
Though you see my grinning lips

Armor is nothing before my wrath
I care not for your supreme numbers
With greed I take all
Your sons, your heart, your life and soul

Hades may be Lord
but I am true Death
I bring misery and grief
Rejoicing in the life shed

Olympus! Hear me!
Gods mean nothing, a gnats whisper
Your sacrifices wither on cold altars
Your praises dead on my lips

Even the dark god of war
I use to my purpose
Steel is the god I worship
Blood which I lay in sacrifice to it

I am your ending
Your crimson flow will feed me
Bringing fire to my hate
Building up the storm of my rage

I am awash in crimson
My eyes glowing with joy
Raven hair flying in the wind
that sweeps through my battlefield

Peace cried from foe's lips
I laugh in astonishment at the gall
Serenity is for the dead
And I gladly give it to them

The gods gate is crowded
as my sword and my hands
send all in my path
to ride Charon's ferry

So you succure me
Your master's thirst to slake
Your death at my hands
Will make me thirst for more

Life without blood and war
is life of a sheep or a peasant
Always in fear of the knife
that sends them to their master's plate

Not for me the table
But to be the knife wielded
To be the hand in motion
ripping life from the sheeps throat