The Man on the Hill

Standing still lifeless like a statue
 On a hill swept by the wind
 His feet on waves of fiery grass
 The man on the hill waits alone
 Staring blindly in the distance
 Empty emotions fixed expression
 The man on the hill stands alone
 What he is... needs no company
 Scheming to plant the seeds of hate
 Overlooking the lands to terrorize
 Painting in darkness man's fate
 Clothing himself with his demise
 He feel's invincible so powerful
 Evading the wrath of the inquisition
 For in his mind,nothing,nothing is
 Too awful
 He is legion,he is the conqueror
 Hogging this old and mysterious
 Book
 Of dark ambitions written in time
 Ageless verses from rhe depth
 Inspired
 Sculpting his heart his blackened
 Soul
 He feels invincible so powerful
 Evading the wrath of the inquisitor
 For in his mind nothing nothing is
 Too awful
 He is legion he is the conqueror