A Beckoning Thrall - Inferi

A voice from the past cries out to him

«Drink the blood and taste the flesh»

With no one to fighting and nothing in sight

He reluctantly heeds the call

«The Guardians of this realm

Vanquished and slain

By my blade which i wish to regain

'Twas not my will to take his life

Nor my lust for blood»

It beckons from the lakes of Phlegathon

Once obtained by the hands of this Demigod

The blade’s hunger, whispers in his ear

«Together we’ll eradicate all of your fears

Your enemies will drench in the shadow of your reign

Supreme you’ll be as they bow to their king»

It calls from the lake of Phlegathon

Once obtained by the hands of this Demigod

Reunite they must

It’s their destiny to rule both Hell and the Heavens

A voice from the past cries out to him

«To drink the blood and taste the flesh!»

With no one to fight and nothing in sight

He knows his mind is lost

A Beckoning Thrall

Leads him deeper through the chasm

Pressing forth willingly to gain true power

To gain true power

Beneath his feet in a slush of putrefaction

Lie in the gluttonous souls of dead sinners

Reaching out for him to save them

But their souls are lost

Their cries are useless to them

Frothing like dogs

A void of darkness swells inside of his chest

As his hunger grows for the power he once possessed

The last flicker of his soul resides

Still pure and deep within

Immersed in bloodlust

And buried by the blade’s deception

Twisted in it’s lie

Deeper through the hallows he must return

His fate now aligned