Servant of an Unholy Plague

In an empire of mutilated silhouettes Where shadows tell tales of nocturnal dark enigmas Who curse the very ground they walk on Who cause the feeble to tremble A lonesome soul watches from a far Poisoning the light with his gaze A black templar of unearthly power A rotten being of foul intentions He curses the very ground he walks on He causes the feeble to tremble He reeks of dead angels tears He lives with the rats of no fear The servant of an unholy plague The bringer of cruel intent He wanders a path of sorrow Torture to reinvent He is the bite of this world Thrown aside by the cross The one who rapes the hymen of earth Who speads the black crust He laughs at the folly of man He is part of our dark clan With spite he loughs His story will be told For years to come He will always return A fire that forever burns