I am the child of faceless night,
Born of a union of mere flesh.
I am the bane of garish light,
Born to voice a thousand cries.

As the tyrannical sun sets,
As the benevolent darkness takes over,
I lend my ears to pleas of the mute,
My footsteps swift and my movements light.

Cloaked by deception, myth and legend,
I am the faceless God of Death.
Hidden by lies, tales and fables,
I am the bearer of infinite names.

In times of Eclipse, when order falls,
When the avarice of a few prey on other lives,
When Justice, the blind, mute and dumb wretch turns away it eyes,
I don my mask, the son of chaos and fear.

Although bards pen my tale as one of a hero's,
I suffer no delusions, I know I am a psychopath.
I am not a part of God's great plan,
I am not an instrument of his divine will.I am the mere manifestation of human rage,
Softened by the plight of my kin.
All I know is that some men deserve to die,
And much like Him, in whose image I was made,I feel powerful with each life I take.
The thrill as my knife bleeds out the life in them,
The rush which courses through my body as I remove these social tumors,
Is far greater than the soft caress of lust.

Thus, I'd **** only to stay alive.