The Stricken Chord

He is born of humid earth
And feasts on tender flesh
A visage beautiful and pied
He rules his minions
And tempts innocents into darkest of nights
Filth-born allegiance with his harbingers of tears
A clever pact to exploit
Dormant human fears

As it was arranged his minions now flee
Time for payment: none as he can see
Wrapped in a thin shroud of vengeance
Ready to cast his spell of damnosa hereditas

Wretched notes of ruptured, ancient harmony
Snatching youth, sacred purity
Evil sound, ringing foul
Face of terror
Cries echo for lives lost
They know not that gorging on living flesh
Is but a tiny cost

As it was arranged his minions now flee
Time for payment: none as he can see
Wrapped in a thin shroud of vengeance
Ready to cast his spell of damnosa hereditas