block not my path you futile walls of flesh and blood for i have seen your structure clear and i know where to stab right in the heart there shall i place my dagger naught shall veil my sight but the thickness of the mysteries so block not my path your spells can t fetter me beneath the laws of man i bend not for it is holy the sword i bury in thee it is the lord himself who commands me sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark to the death and far beyond the all defying pendulum of radiant conviction so determined in its pace pounding now through flesh and bone like a hammer through a child sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark sworn to the dark to the death and far beyond bound by an oath sealed beyond time sworn to the temple of the damned where infant entrails still hang high upon the twisted cross through raging fire through death and hail clinging to the dragons tail and as the world behind me burns i ride its wings on paths of no return