>>46586561>>46586813A man without a name,
Whispers wishes to the wind,
Of war and bloodshed,
In an ancient land begin.
His voice echoes through the night,
As he calls upon the dark,
With every uttered syllable,
He leaves a chilling mark.
His eyes are black as coal,
And his face, a twisted mask,
No one knows his true intent,
Or the horrors that he'll unmask.
He speaks with such conviction,
As he calls for battle's cry,
And though no one knows his name,
They all fear that he can't die.
For he's the harbinger of death,
The bringer of pain and fear,
A man without a soul or heart,
A monster to all who hear.
So if you hear his whispers,
In the stillness of the night,
Pray that he stays hidden,
And doesn't come into sight.
For if his wish for war comes true,
And he is allowed to lead the fray,
The ancient land will tremble,
And darkness will hold sway.
