By the stream of death and despair
where even ravens bow their heads
a meeting does take place
it's a communion of darkness
it's a meeting of minds
the last of the gothic lords

They sit by the rippling moans and groans
making vile suggestions to each other
one mutters, the more ****** the better
another want's a dominion of chaos
but then one among them speaks out
saying, this is not what dark lords are all about

and as he continues with his ardent speech
conformity to our way, he did beseech  
the other lords cheered and cried
then looked to see a sword by his side
he grabbed his arms and hacked and diced
till he was the last of the gothic lords


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris