Kingdom

Wind rustling, rustling.
the moon shivering wet.
These little crevices...of defence.
Try to reach out..to me indeed.
But I am obsoete.

This is my land. I own ..it all.
Try to run...soon ..to fall.
You may just away run away, from this King of Chaos.
But you forget, Death is at my beck and call.
Death stoops when I rise..
His white stallion,
pulling my carriage of dark.

You seek me out,
I'll flay you alive.
This land is mine.
No matter where you are,
in my Kingdom come to war.
This time is mine,
so is the song and the rhyme.
You come to me..
or run away...
I'll see.
This Kingdom I command.
I am the Lord of the Dark.
Fear shall reign...
A million, Death shall gain.
And blocking out the sun...
blood will rain.

Fear me.