Thine Armor Of Fear

There is no hope to be found here
In a land of pestilence and woe
Nary a merry to be made, my dear
Tis’ a place that does not grow

A blackened shell-clad terrible sight
In silence it wanders that desolate path
Wasted blights and darkest nights
Bound to sorrow and spite and wrath

Madness it comes in proper like wind
Creeping and quiet and forth and back
None the wiser to it’s coming and going
A spectre’s heart shielded in black

Its armor thick and plate and shell
Abandon all hope, ye who would enter
A swift and silent whip of its tail
Striking but once to the center

Betrayer, Betrayer The Creeping One
Betrayer, Betrayer your poison undone!