The Mark Of ManThe meddling mark, a foul creed, Distorts all thoughts and shatters dreams. Bearing witness to fallen fiends, The angels fall to foul deeds. A vile substance flows through their veins, As feathers fall and knees give way. The flaws are clear and rankers rage. The young man watches at their graves. As she fades he draws his blade, He will be the fiends new bane.The Mark Of Man
The CryptThe specter's wailThe Crypt
A haunting hymn Makes thoughts grow frail And spirits grin The frigid look Within his eye Makes children choke And grown men cry The specter's scorn Unleashed a wave Through hallowed halls
To shallow graves As goodness falls The specter waits To feel the fall of fettered fates.
