A
Dark
Sha dow
Glides Past,
Dropping Soldiers
One by one, Nowhere
To run, blocks Out the sun,
And the knight Will come as
Night comes, And so the god
Of lies, The Lord Of deceit, son of
Stealth, born to Defeat. His blades
Fly out, faster'n Mach one, he flies
Past, his will be Done, guards falling,
Once dozens, Now they are none.
Not only swift, More of a shadow, he
Leaps from Roof to roof, the
Very image Of darkness, he is
Your Worst night Mare, Soon gone, And
All that Remain Of his
Presence Are the life- Less
Bodies of his enemies. He travels on, he's had his fun,
Restoring justice to the lands, fighting this regime.
He's always number 1
Killin' em' with his
Awesome.

Son of Darkness