From the darkness creeping silently
Towards what end he sneaks
Ready to strike against those mightily
Soft words, hushed tones he speaks
A beast of no land
Evermore to be hexed
His destination not planned
All those who knew him remain perplexed
Cast out from his home
Turned his back on what he knew
Always looking for a tome
Those he once called friends he slew
To what end he finds himself now
To the ends of the galaxy he will bow

Terror uncontrolled
Walking down the dark corridors
Endlessly stalking the prey
What type of terror is this?
What kind of world is this?

Questions, questions fleeting
To the end of a ghoulish meeting
Whose life will be for the take?
Whose legacy will the axe break?
Only the strong shave survive

Thrive, oh traveler thrive
For in the end all must die
But at whose hands?
To what demands?
Run oh warrior,
Survivor, survive, survive