The mantle of darkness
The staff of light
All things written
Wrong and right
Within reach and out of sight
As both sheep and wolf, the packs of unworthy
Stew and scheme in obvious envy
Unable to break the strongest bond
Forged ages ago in an ancient pool called destiny
It's the primary cause of your inability
To wrestle, 
Buy, lie, steal or trick
The Angel Key
Cloaked in jealousy and deception
The way you are
From the clutches of true Tar
Gifted upon the fated two
It is unattainable by pretenders like you
What you were
What you are
You will always be
A green skinned, green-eyed monster
The unworthy
There is no more confusion up in here
The mission is crystal clear
And if what it takes is an unscripted and dreaded page
We will…
I will satisfy this unholy rage
In wretched darkness and bloodstained permafrost
Vengeance at all cost
At all fucking cost

That majestic house may yet end up empty
But the graves will be filled
Yours specifically
That distant necropolis will be satiated
With whatever is left of the dead and the dead
The brazen and the cowardly
After the shadows have fed
As long as you get yours personally
As it shall be
I DO NOT CARE
From the first to the last
Vengeance at all fucking cost
I'll extract my revenge across worlds
Space and time
On species of every kind
Whatever, whoever the price
There will be no compromise
No glimmer of mercy
Just rage, rage, rage and tremendous ferocity
And pool after pool of fetid mud
In every goddamn shade of blood

All I want is you and you and you
The slow, the slick and the fast
The guilty
There'll be no stage 
Anywhere
That'll escape this brand of rage
Wherever they have flown
Lizards and Fishes
Whatever seeds they've sown
Up or down
Out or inside
Wherever they slink to hide
Red sky, yellow or blue
All I want is you and you 
At all cost
At all cost
The elegant and the crass
Right or wrong
I'll sing my own hellish song
At all fucking cost
When the future arrives
And the past dies
And the age of Tar
Takes to the skies
Behold somewhere I see
A circle of midnight warriors
And…
Grounded and bounded
The loathsome enemy
As the shadow lord summons a devil
From the maws of hell
And commands the daemon 
To cast a spell
The slave is unwilling
But unable to resist my bidding
Such is the power of the hand and the saturnine word
The unholy sword
And so it begins to rain
Showers of dark matter
On the heads of the condemned
It begins to rain darkness
And the wretches began to scream and scream and scream
Writhing in the greatest pain
Again and again
As he revels in content and wicked satisfaction
At their deserving and atrocious destruction
And the benighted warriors
Cheer their commander
The blackest NecroWmancer
Your pending executioner

I've heard them speak of hate
Rant on rage
Look, look there is a gate
Peep beyond if you are so bold
And feel your “rage” multiply one thousand fold
In a place where it is treasured
The way a miser hoards his gold
That is your brew
All I want is you and you and you
At all cost
At all cost
Yes there is a whisper of caution
Warrior be careful
What you choose
You can win and still lose 
The voice of reason
Whispers in my ear
I don't care
Your rabid destruction
And inevitable violent demise
Whatever the price
It's my choice
You are whatever the fuck you are
I am the prince of Tar
Battles have been, will be lost
We will win this war
At all cost
At all cost

Hate and rage
Asphalt on every page
Whatever it takes
To sever your lying spar
Permanently
We're coming full tilt
Enraged in Tar
And ghosted in cerise permafrost
Vengeance 
At all fucking cost


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