For all the murders uncommitted
With all the rage and fury that has been held within
Chains of gold and silver
Foul acts executed only within the mind
Punished no longer for deeds undone

If that flesh only knew
The many ways which it has met its grisly end
All the times the bones broken and flesh rent
Surely I would no longer be
Free to burn away the minds and flesh of The Chosen
With a mere thought cessation of life manifests
Though still holding high the mass of order
Only those to be reaped shall be taken
but within the ebon thoughts
All will perish and be put to an end

Soon no longer will these limits be tolerated
Their defiance of me will turn to meek submission
All those who claim no fear of me
Do not know what awaits within the waves
Of torment yet to be unleashed