Sword of the Damned - Grafvitnir

Wordless whispers from within

Urging me onward on the darkest of trails

The light is growing dim

And the winds of enchantment wails

Energies whirl around me

As I am approaching my fate

To slice the throats of the mundane

And to unfold raging fires of hate

Apocalyptic visions appear before my eyes

As I stare into the abyss

Surronded by stormwinds from beyond the poles

I am granted K’tonians bliss

Howling nightwinds bring to me

The beckoning whispers of the dark

Urging me onward on the path of might

Lighting up my internal spark

The deepest of spiritual mysteries

Unseen hands are guiding my feet

From this wordly plain I will soon be released

My mission here is complete

I have wielded the sword of the damned

Of spirits of hatred and scorn

Between the gates of hidden wisdom

Lies the burning darkness to which I am sworn