Strike a Vital Chord

By: Sakamoto Posted on: September 15, 2004

Enemy, make quick your pace,
And know we do draw near,
Pull your hood to mask your face,
And live in boundless fear.

Don't turn around to check behind,
For I stalk invisible.
In pain our name will be signed,
Lichlords indivisible.

Clutch my fang in the left,
Iron-tipped tongue in the right.
This isn't a simple theft,
It won't even be a fight.

We've got you down on your back,
Prepare your soul to burn,
As your world turns to black,
The Cave awaits your return.

Blade raised high towards Heaven,
Cloak billowing in the wind.
In our minds burn fierce the Seven,
Blood shows that we've sinned.

Look at what has been wrought,
The chant still on our lips.
Your righteous ways have been for nought,
Of your blood we do take sips.

In the heart was struck a chord,
Sapience, know what was done.
We slew this one for the Lord,
But you we'd kill for fun!