I sense you...waiting, silent. Hunkering. Hungering. Stygian shadow spawned maws and claws soul sundering You've split skulls underwing as you went foe a-plundering Bringer of Woe and Suffering, I hear your cold utterings But here I am...amid lightning flash and crash of thundering Hearing you trundling between Here and Beyond...with Otherlings You draw near Here with your tunneling...writhing, riving, shuddering And just beyond Here I hear your armies clustering; Nigh innumerable in numbering Against the hordes you command I stand with war sword in hand. For if you think Warriors have rejected Man and left this land? Then... COME Come. Bring your Legions. Arm them with tridents, flames and flails Come. Bring your Demons...highest Violence, Pain, Betrayal Come. Bring your heathens. Tell them the might they wield prevails Come. For I'm the reason...you all will kneel, yield and fail COME Laugh at our mortal flesh, and how swiftly we pass from Here to Gone Mock our struggles, our strivings our strife, our fears and the tears we spawn Revel in our heart break and the hard breaks I and my peers have drawn With all this helping you, it should be no problem for you to take us on. COME! Fly into feeding frenzies as we foolishly fight our fellow man Feast on our souls, gorge yourselves on our flesh n marrow and Your scorching anger makes torture chambers of our lives' narrow span Cavort and escort our spirits to Hell, we're sered imperiled, damned... At your merciless mercy; O King of Harrow and Pharoah of Feral Lands But my heart quakes not. With sword in hand I stand on sterile sands For if your nether hate embalms us in Darkness from which we'll never wake And you fear not the slash of my rod nor the Wrath of God, and you'll never break? If...come what may...you deny and deprive us of a better Fate Then...why do you stop just shy of Here?... ....and hesitate to taste my blade? COME!!