1. THE DIABOLIST

Here in this land, an army gathers beneath a conquer's oppressive hand, where a foolish champion leads his steadfast men. He stands at his pulpit forged by bones of the slain, He screams to his legions brimming with his gruesome bane….

(Hero) “And with Gods hand, I shall raise your lands. I'll tear out your throat, like a wolf to a lamb. My fists bludgeon, like the horns of a ram. My sword severs, unholy endeavors, your damned.”

Here in this land, Hero's are gods, where stars dictate men; this bemused wretch seeks something only Immortals can fend.

(Hero) “Alas, winter hath past, yet I did not beckon thy blade, “I shall nourish you with god-like prey, malicious fiend what is your say?”

(Hero) “And with Gods hand, I shall raise your lands. I'll tear out your throat, like a wolf to a lamb. My fists bludgeon, like the horns of a ram. My sword severs, unholy endeavors, your damned.

(Hero) “My sword lay dormant in its sheath, Arcturus, the bough of the beast, bless me with your amnesty and flaunt your serrated, ravenous teeth!”

(Sword) “I shall carve thy epithet into my foes open chest, I shall maul their bones clean. I am Arcturus, my master is in need.”