These extended expectations always prove what I deserve.
No more reasons for these melancholic tears to be
preserved.
With no reason, Beast Of Passion, to stay cloaked from me to
see.
For too long you drilled your magic touch of evil inside
me.
Bloody witch I hate you dearly for you caused me much
despair.
With my sword I stabbed your heart when you were sleeping in
your lair.
With demonic infestation reaping parts beneath my skin.
I shall cleanse this land with martyrdom and rid it from all
sin.
From a land so sick of hatred and of selfish careless
pride,
I was raised a lonely orphan when my parents gone and died.
Then a knight, a man of honor, took and raised me to the
light,
Trained and taught me all I need to know to stand-alone and
fight.
I became one of the Order Of the Knights Of Heaven's
Chosen,
With their church atop the greatest mountain filled with
tips all frozen.
Twenty years I fought with monsters, saved fair maidens,
danced with fae.
Then I met you, Beast Of Passion, with your magic made me
stay.
Oh your beauty I desired wishing you with all my heart,
For you sent your banes of evil using supernatural art.
Then your banes began to rip my soul and whisper maddening
lies,
Made me want you, Beast Of Passion, took my agony as prize.
A fair maiden you disguised as, fairest princess in the
land.
All I wanted was to be there by your side to stand, defend.
Many moons I chased your heart fulfilling all your wildest
dreams.
Even though I killed for you, so odd and hazy now it seems.
Such irony beset your plan to turn me to your humble slave,
The very same banes that you sent begun to carve their
selfish rave.
The moment they gained self-awareness most of them just flew
away,
But Bane Of Sorrow wept with grief and wished from me to be
at bay.
He told me all about your crime and spoke the price that you
should pay.
I saw the reason in his words and planed a way for me to
slay.
And that was done and now your gone my angered soul was
fiercely fed.
But still there's doubt inside my soul that truth was all
this bane-child said.
A curse now holds me, death wont come and never shall I
truly die.
Until all evil in this world be gone completely with no
lie.
Now centuries past fast and yet your face will race me
everywhere,
Your restless soul should not have lasted that was Bane Of
Sorrow's swear!
And now, immortal, as I walk with rotting flesh and rusted
sword,
My soul uneasy weeps your tears and prays forgiveness of my
Lord.
And Bane Of Sorrow laughs inside and tells me what to do.
For he and I are one now care I not if he is true...