• As his steed rides through the terra
    Realize the terror upon a pale horse
    Once gallant and shining paladin
    Now the fallen Knight of Agony,
    Chained in his accursed black armor
    By the hatred produce all around
    His apathy, and unwavering conviction
    A cynicism that will not go away
    A dark ominous voice, deity like
    It echos through the hearts of those -
    Who had the unfortunance of beholding him
    Eyes red as blood, glisten in the moonlight
    Dreaded pain, as he grips the hilt of his blade
    Slowly his figure fades, unwinding into the night
    His slash is barbaric and brutal, but hits his mark
    No remorse, no regret. Bloods splashes his eyes
    The disembowelment of organs
    Drainage of the blood, his own wine to sip upon
    Dismemberment of limbs, tearing away at the very bone
    The cracking of bones wakes the wolves
    To whom join him in his feast
    Like the beastly creatures he eats
    A snarl to ward of the rest, for the head his trophy
    Holding the item in the air with a devilish grin
    Blood splattering the earth beneath him
    For in his victims dying gaze, he's alive
    A last piece for himself, he rips out the heart
    And upon his pale horse to which he returns
    The beast devouring the organ, a crude way to know you die
    As he sits upon its back, he's driven higher into the air with a buck
    A menacing snarl released by the creature on which he rides upon
    A maniacal laughter as he raises the heads of his most prized enemies
    With his feast at its end, again the pale horse rides into the night
    Spreading the agony of this once proud knight through the darkness
    And with the approach of the dawn he's seen upon the horizon
    A beastly polymerization of creatures. A winged disfigurement
    His form flies off into the distance, for the night on the other half
    Has just begun.
    Let the plague of his agony find way to terrorize your heart
    For he will show you the pain of his anguish
    The Knight of Agony.