I was born with a wolfs desire
With a serpents tongue and a darkened heart
I have risen to ranks of wisdom
As the silent hand of the shaded one
Messenger and wanderer of worlds
Harbinger, heralding d**h's knell
I am aide to the Lord of Shadow
Friend to hounds, the a**a**in saint
Rifting portals lend me succor
Instruments of d**h shall I create
Son of silence, sent to sunder some
Buried blades in a blink and then it's done
Go and summon your warrens of magick
Do not hope for defense to sustain
There have been many others before you
Greater ones who by my hands were slain
Messenger and wanderer of worlds
Harbinger, heralding d**h's knell
Son of silence, sent to sunder some
Buried blades in a blink and then it's...