Lords of the Trident - Power of Evil

The more blood that is spilled and the more power the Guardian takes, the faster order is
returned to the city. This approach is so much easier, he wonders why he even suppressed this
side of his power in the first place! In his eyes, the order of the city has been restored. However,
the more evil he lets in, and the more he gives in to hubris, the darker his soul becomes…
The fools that fawn upon their fellow man
Show me a king who didn't rule by killing
A feast of blood to sate my appetite
Save your “honor” for a world of black and white
You'll bend the knee
And then we'll see
If I keep you alive
Whispering my name
Forms the clouds that black the sky
Say your last goodbye
Cowering in fear
As the end is drawing near
I will watch you die
Building my cathedral - to the power of evil
A living shadow that you've learned to fear
I am the beast who feeds on faith and valor
Twisting your mind; you now belong to me
Your final breath - the only thing that sets you free
Impose my will, draw out the kill
Your soul is mine
Expose your fears through bloody tears
The pain divine
Bitter is the wind
That foreshadows my return
All your hopes will burn
Desecrate and drain
As you cry to God in vain
Heroes never learn
Building my cathedral