Now, Dark Knight

Thine embers are gone,
Or yet, cold and perhaps blue.
Neath a silver shining plate,
Which hath met it's black doom.

Oh why hath this evil, cursed to me,
Been sent upon thy shoulders?
Doth thou wish for me to suffer,
with dragon weight boulders?
And to thine own honor,
which I had once held to carry,
but has so become a creature of death,
And thy guilt be, to much to parry.

For meals,
I had eaten wretched souls.
And the nights to follow,
the corpses I buried in cemetery holes.
As now thee is a dark knight,
to bring into hearts, only fright.
For evil has struck me,
and I can not set myself free.

A thousand curses!
Oh my Lord,
Oh, my beautiful kingdom.
Forgive me, and bury my sins,
so lost I am not, in Devil horde.
I slay myself, with a blade,
so stained already, with innocent blood.
Today that is darkness, my word has made.

Now I wander through,
Blood red seas and blackened lands.
Wishing my soul would meet it's final doom,
for even the blade, I carry in my hands,
Can not save me, from the Devil's gloom.