Standing still lifeless like a statue On a hill swept by the wind His feet on waves of fiery grass The man on the hill waits alone Staring blindly in the distance Empty emotions fixed expression The man on the hill stands alone What he is... needs no company Scheming to plant the seeds of hate Overlooking the lands to terrorize Painting in darkness man's fate Clothing himself with his demise He feel's invincible so powerful Evading the wrath of the inquisition For in his mind,nothing,nothing is Too awful He is legion,he is the conqueror Hogging this old and mysterious Book Of dark ambitions written in time Ageless verses from rhe depth Inspired Sculpting his heart his blackened Soul He feels invincible so powerful Evading the wrath of the inquisitor For in his mind nothing nothing is Too awful He is legion he is the conqueror