The Watcher

The Watcher and the blade
 The guardian of the law
 O watcher of the old world
 Voice of the ancient spirits
 Speak through thy dormancy
 Bless us with twilight wisdom
 A thousand millennia have passed
 Crooked ideals oozing poison
 Corrupting the black matter
 Thy slumber still untouched
 Verminkind soiling thy kingdom
 A congregation of impotence
 United under false banners
 A symbol for the fall to come
 Abominations and horrors, tremble
 Iron-clad hand clutching the blade
 In the filth the foul will fester
 Unworthy of the life essence
 A call from beyond the stars
 Two worlds melting into one
 The awakening of the celestial being
 Thy judgement hour has come
 A sword to pierce the darkness
 Beheading the vile serpent
 Balance must be kept
 Chaos forced to order
 Divine fires purging the heretics
 No will to forgive
 No will to forget