Riding a chariot ,
darker than your darkest thoughts ,
For mortals a sight bearable not .
Perpetually driven,
By despair , misery , grief and pain ;
Carving paths , lined with blood of hundred slain .

A million shades , all of deathly hue,
Shrouds the body of my ride;
For from my grasp , not even spirits of His ,
Can think of holy ways to hide.

Know me man,
For I'm emperor of spirit world, origin of fear ,
Sustainer of Anarchy , Chaos creator.
I hold sway over the world darker,
Before , Now and forever.

Crafted in the forges of hate ,
By skilled spirits with a cursed fate ;
Outruns it not mere winds or gale,
But even the mighty shadow's trail .

Quick disappears the ephemeral's soul ,
Devoured when by the God , of all beneath .
It's he who rides this dreaded ride ,
It's he who sadness and anger breathes .

Minions of mine , are patrolling the depths of our abyss deep ,
Allowing spirits to float across , or simply seep ;
For when degrees of darkness engulf the dead  ,
There remains not much to be said .