From the void I stride,
Wielding death and shade.
For my wrath will not bide,
Innocence put to the blade.
Perched upon the pale steed,
While hell is at my back.
Rooting out vile deed,
Which we ruthlessly attack;
Bringing justice to the fight.
I look upon the dead,
Bearing gift of all-sight.
No soul escapes my dread,
See the horror of my mask.
In your mind it makes it's mark,
Reminding thee of my task.
I am the Lord of Ever-Dark.