Impending Doom (Zemial)

Thousands doomed to die by my hand To drown in pools of blood A thrust to end all life Sharpened bronze that meats weary flesh You suffocate in fear I take away your life! Bodies shape the ground I step on Undying I live on I send you the sleep of death Strapped upon the altar of doom Possessed by fear I send you the sleep of death You face impending doom! Clad in armour smeared with death No other life but in the shadows I bring you rest, rest in peace My sword now stands as the Great divider of life and death Be lost through my ways In the night of the soul Forgetful in fear You fade again...