Millenniums elapsed and I still rule
I soar down to wake up the asleep
Cheering ghastly forms to be lively
Husks are left; it is their turn to rest
At my black cloak and bright blade they gaze
Eternal joy or punishment I
Lawfully promise; yet I can't get

Used to the fact, even so easy it seems,
That they always say I switch off their hope's gleams
But I work until all I could see were dreams
As my helpless ears pick up nothing but screams.