Panikon Deima

They watched on, as he rose, the God of the shepherds and flocks
 His plan coherent with his laughter
 Driven by madness he starts his approach
 And his obsession will embody his own fated mind
 Escaping the hold of the enemy.he's gaining his ground
 As the legions of the mire begin their descent
 "I've had enough. All of your lies and deception will falter, its not your place to alter the course of it all.
 I have gone so far to bestow this, your threats are worthless, and you'll never take me alive.
 I have survived, and I've waited so long just to share with my love all these melodies
 Enticed by the sweet wretched sounds of belial. I have awaited this night, my Stygian Bride.
 Hahaha.
 Playing the part in this undying love
 It is done.
 You are mine forevermore..."
 She crawls on her knees, miasma slowly lavishing as her cries become whispers
 Her whispers, a soothing lullaby to his ears
 Clawing and clawing, she'll never find a way
 Gasping, as panic fills her lovely face
 "Begone, oh the horror of it all
 Can't you see she is dying?
 I am omniety, no more will I take all these orders from you like a slave
 For ages you will hear of these Caves.I will find the answer
 But you've given up on us both
 All of your lies and deception will falter, its not your place to alter the course of it all.
 I have tried so hard to forget this, you will regret this, and you'll never take me alive."
 Rising from the throne, he slowly staggered to the darkness of the Caves
 Weakening and maddening, he reached for his blade
 "You will beg for my recognition as a disciple amongst the plague"
 A figure stood before him, as he raised his bloodied hands to his eyes.
 "Panikon deima ero vestri terminus"