Dark Scripts - by Lord Aeonus
"Mind Tricks"
Souls filled with hate
A world of delight
Growing rapidly, a Dark Lord emerges
Like a miasma
A terrible sight
To all that fear
To all that dream
When answers go unheeded, the masses begin to doubt
But the power of the Sith shines like a beam
Hellish growls of the black tongue, memetics are
From the Sith Lords strung
Telling the world what must be done
To ensure glory to the Empire is sung
Souls filled with hate
A world of delight
Growing rapidly, a Dark Lord emerges
Like a miasma
A terrible sight
To all that fear
To all that dream
When answers go unheeded, the masses begin to doubt
But the power of the Sith shines like a beam
Hellish growls of the black tongue, memetics are
From the Sith Lords strung
Telling the world what must be done
To ensure glory to the Empire is sung
"Lords of the Kraken"
"Rak am Chod" says the great Sith in learning to their master
Though the road may be rough he learns all the faster
Darkness engulfing the mind like a cauldron of temptation
Messed up and twisted like many once-great nations
"All hail the Dark Lords," ministers of the shroud
The way of the Sith is the path of the proud
Tower over the weak; force their hand
Spread the wisdom of Endarkenment over the tained land
Peace is a lie; there is only passion
Through lies I am strong; only guided by seduction
Treading these swampy waters, I plot light's destruction
To scream the name of the Lords of the Kraken
Wishing to be someone who others fear and bow to
Deep at the heart of the beast that's awakened
Thinking inwardly, visions will make them
So powerful, thoughtful, and violently stricken
By grief of war, internally blinded lust
He makes his mark through the spell of the Black Sun
"Rak am Chod" says the great Sith in learning to their master
Though the road may be rough he learns all the faster
Darkness engulfing the mind like a cauldron of temptation
Messed up and twisted like many once-great nations
"All hail the Dark Lords," ministers of the shroud
The way of the Sith is the path of the proud
Tower over the weak; force their hand
Spread the wisdom of Endarkenment over the tained land
Peace is a lie; there is only passion
Through lies I am strong; only guided by seduction
Treading these swampy waters, I plot light's destruction
To scream the name of the Lords of the Kraken
Wishing to be someone who others fear and bow to
Deep at the heart of the beast that's awakened
Thinking inwardly, visions will make them
So powerful, thoughtful, and violently stricken
By grief of war, internally blinded lust
He makes his mark through the spell of the Black Sun