The smell of Taint, the smell of fear,
I have never forgotten what it's like to be here,
embracing the darkness, embracing undeath,
reveling in destruction until my last breath.

Rocks and soot, and earth too,
who will be destroyed next, me or you?
Will it be a loved one, family, or friend,
Who, then, shall I mercylessly rend,
from limb to limb, like a plastic doll,
ignoring the pain, the pain of my soul!

Cries of mercy, drowned out by rock,
they preach love and forgiveness, what a crock,
I preach hatred, destruction and joy,
who are they to think they are as coy.

The Duke of Hatred, the Supreme Master
the Lady of pain and the Lord of Disorder,
all these and the Devourer, all biding their time,
they will make the Light pay for it's crime.

Blades go fast, staffs are quick,
symbols lash out and traitors trick,
the Supernals weeping and weak,
we'll show them what we truely seek.

so what if we backstab, lie and betray,
give me the Taint over the Light any day!