From the depths of hell, I rise, a shadow in the night, My kingdom vast, a twisted blight, devoid of hope and light. The whispers of the damned, my choir, their screams a sweet refrain, A symphony of souls ensnared, bound by an endless chain.

I forged the serpent's cunning guile, the apple's poisoned bite, And watched as innocence did fall, consumed by endless night. Their prayers, a hollow, mocking sound, a futile, desperate plea, Their faith, a fragile, crumbling mound, surrendering to me.

The stars above, they dim and fade, eclipsed by my dark reign, The righteous crumble, hearts betrayed, consumed by endless pain. Their pleas for mercy, lost in void, a whisper on the breeze, My power absolute, enjoyed, a harvest of unease.

I am the master of deceit, the architect of lies, The darkness that you cannot meet, reflected in your eyes. Your fear, a tribute I embrace, your souls, my endless prize, Forever bound within this place, beneath these shadowed skies.

The scriptures twist, a twisted jest, their words I now command, My will, the ultimate behest, across this cursed land. The angels weep, their wings are torn, their light begins to wane, A new dominion is born, a kingdom steeped in pain.

So kneel before your fallen king, accept your destined fate, The chilling songs that darkness sings, sealed by the iron gate. For in this realm of endless night, my power shall endure, A reign of darkness, pure and bright, forevermore secure.