Unlet

From the heart comes a wily winged spawn

Eyes treacherous bleeding the winds of dawn

And portraying its thoughts, as a psychic fiend,

To drive men wild in to the horn of Re'em,

In to the maw of Gods Leviathan seen.

And he, the demon of black, horrid heart,

Born from the years under the fist of Hate

Spread his wings and flew to the gate

Of the souls unresting, weakening cage.

With the key of life held in hand,

With reigns in the other, locks fell there and

The white beast with eyes of knowledge roars

"The accuser will die. My father is mine."