The night is falling,
Death is calling,
To the paladins of light,
And those, who seek day and night,
to find some truth and honor,
in this forsaken hour.

But they do not hear.
The voice of death in their ear.
He calls them every day,
But they dont hear what he does say.
Their souls are immortal,
And bring death beyond the portal.

In hell they cause chaos and fear.
And in town they drink much beer.
Together, forever friends they are.
Even in bitter times of war.
But still death knocks at the door
Of their lives, in hope to score.

As the innocents sleep,
The demons weep,
for the warriors slash their throats,
and the rogues pierce the goats
while the mages burn them down,
to free the little town
of the demonic hordes
and their filthy lords.

The soul of the warrior,
allways yearns for more.
No undead is safe,
for he returns them to their grave.

The rogues are full of compassion,
though they never end their sessions.
when they kill the unseen,
and restore what has been.

Noone is as wise as a mage,
who never falls to rage.
That blinds one's soul,
and makes his heart grow cold.

Blessed are those who will never hear,
The voice of death in their ear.
Their life will never end,
and their souls will never be condemned.

I pray for you all,
so that you never ever fall.
into the claws of death,
with your final breath.
I pray for you all,
so that you never hear the call
of death in your ear,
to freeze your heart in fear.

The end will come,
for the occult blasphemies sung,
by the succubi's in rapture,
the beginning of their torture.
Once again we will fight for glory,
but that is another story...

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below is a rhymeless poem, with a chaotic feeling

"My bleeding heart"
(Words of a tormented player killer)

My soul hungers for human blood,
every day I yearn for more.
every day I kill dozens of innocents,
every day I kill a piece of myself.

I have killed sworn enemies,
betrayed my closest friends,
I have dishonoured my clan.
Because I tasted human blood once in a dark past.

Memories I tried to forget still haunt my soul,
the face of my first victim I shall never forget.
The look filled with horror and betrayal,
the face of the one I have loved for so many years.

I didnt want to kill my beloved,
but in a frenzy I have mistaken her for a witch.
My own succabus in rapture,
her dying look destroyed all good.

I couldnt live with this foul murder,
but I couldnt resist the temptation.
My best friend I killed with a great delight.
And I drank his blood as if it was wine.

Nothing could stop me from this endless killing,
for it was the only way to forget.
To forget my first kill,
the dying face of my eternally beloved.

For years I lived without conscience.
For years I lived only on human blood.
For years I have been unbeaten.
For eternity I feel the emptiness in my heart.

My bleeding heart,
the arrow piercing the flesh.
The rogue I thought I had beaten,
now defeated me.

On my knees I beg for my life.
The rogue remembers me of my dead wife.
At last my Darkest memories have returned,
to torment my soul just before it burns.

Remorse is the only thing I can think of,
Forgiveness is the only thing I want.
Death is my only future,
Hell is where I belong.

With my dying breath I ask this rogue,
forgiveness for my unforgivable sins.
Her answer seemed so unreal,
her voice was not hers.
My old love spoke the words,
I feel complete,
I am saved,
The rogue saved me,
I owe her my life.
But I am already dead.