Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter) – Bal-sagoth – letras

[The contemplations of Joachim Blokk:]As my sword drips black now with the unclean blood of another slain fiend, itoccurs to me that history will most probably record me a fanatic… as formore years than I care to remember I have dedicated my life to the caselesspursuit and destruction of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was long ago thatI commenced with the wreaking of my grim vengeance upon the denizens of thedark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Fiend’s Bane, I vow they shallall pay for taking my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the gods ofvengeance, I’ll leave a fearsome legacy ‘ere I die… a legacy wrought inretributive bloodshed and screaming terror!Drowned in the icy lake of tragedy,Forged in the fires of revenge,Driven by the winds which compel a man to destiny,Haunted by the whispers of the dead.Blood is black in the moonlightAs it was when I pierced the heart of my betrothed,Blood is black in the moonlight,Her undead gaze gleaming ire upon me.Blood is black in the moonlightI held aloft her head to my grim gods,Blood is black in the moonlight(Now I am eternally bonded to my blade)And ever I am thwarted by the dark!Gods of wrath, hear my vow… sate me with revenge this night!Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the edge of ensorcelled steel!Night has fallen, the hunt begins…Vengeful carnage ‘neath the moon!And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my gods that those vilecreatures who tore the life and hope from my beloved’s breast and replaced itwith that unspeakable sanguineous ravening would repay a hundredfold inslaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed… I would hunt them to theirworm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or slithered upon the earth, and wreakmy honed steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave. Such was my vow!Aye, this bride of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging… tome she is as pure as the newly fallen snow, kissed by the breeze at dusk…and yet she has supped deep of the ichors of many men and fiends alike.Shadow spawned demons ravening for my blood,Yet the thirst of my blade is greater!Aye, all they shall feast upon this night will be cold steel!I hear the slither of scales on silk,Fiend’s Bane replete with undead slaughter!I am the scourge of the devils who dwell in darkness…(but the darkness writhing in my own soul is so much deeper…)Their flesh burns at the touch of my blade of searing vengeance,And I cast their malign spirits screaming into limbo!Darkfall, and the autumn moon glimmers on my steel…Now it is time to hunt and slay once more,For the night has come!