Here he comes, back on blood
Behold the winged death
There he goes, he was a toad
Unburdened of his flesh

Why went you? The border to,
Escape the one he sent
Then came her, the mighty cur
Delivered as you wept

Hers is of shadow stolen, all have known him
To be without mercy or intent
As a foul fiend, along him gleamed
Jewels and gold and gems

He gained broad wings and along them stringed
Skin that taunt was stretched
These limbs of carrion, carried him
Along winds that never swept

And among him screamed the past and means
To make better his regrets
His vision frozen, the touch of moments
Will scorch cold along his touch

He has no voice but those of choice
Hear the fate that he had met
And those who saw his mangled form
Know the terror they have saw

And even known him, the shadow stolen
Has eyes for what has let -
Him come about! hers was his out,
And now he come to rend

Eyes cold blue meet those that knew
The fire of crimson death
And there they knew that although true
Their fight was always meant