Hopelessness blocks the road to the future.

Despair shadows over the past.

Pain ravages at the present under the moon of the midnight crescent.

The shutters of each home too late closed, from which the screams of torture arose.

So many souls torn by tooth and claw--

The merciless reaper come to harvest them all.

Blood curdling howls chasing through the swamp this night, breaking bones brittled by fright.

Silver sword unsheathed in hand, facing the demons, but only one man.

Demons prance just out of sight, one and all to test this brave knight.

His feet planted in determination, he swore an oath to a sacred nation.

To those before him, he owes his life--

A revenge much sharper than a dual edged knife.

Veins coursing with unfazed courage, upon these devils, he unleashes his rage of all the innocent so brutally slain.

In the eyes of the enemy, silver flashes powerful and true, bringing death long over due.

Into the fiery blackness of hell, Satan's bloody cages rapidly swell--

Bursting with those damned by the sword of the knight who fulfilled his word.

Bringing back hope of the future--

Burning despair left in the past--

Pain banished from the present--

All by the knight under the moon of the midnight crescent.

© caspershay