Tatobiter

Death, death laid in torturous wake As sunbeams lower find horrors wait Fear looms o’er star lit skies But will the moon light ever rise? Let destroyers of courage reign? And let dark fire take for gain? But unsilenced freedom is not lost For unshaken light has pierced the deep forest One rises from dragons nest Bearing mark of evil upon his chest But low, the dead emblem glows Moon’s silver light and sunbeam gold Hardened by hell yet blessed by the light A legend rises in the untamed night From flying gleams of iron bars Blessed light of moon lit shards To shining blade of crescent shape Destroyed the hope of demons sate And wh