The Edge of Agony

Triumph is the first syllabus

I despise your kind

weak, frightened

in the face of reality

do you feel my blade inside your pluck?

You proved your worth, earn my awe

Now shall you call upon the second Mercurial Count,

I shall be obliged, I shall be obliged,

Samaël be my witness...

Do not foul yourself with joy

as victory is not eternal.

The man staring back in the mirrors of old

will always reflect your triumph of failures.

Keep it high and my guidance will be yours

let it go and my blade will kiss your flesh.

You proved your worth, earn my awe

Now shall you call upon the second Mercurial Count,

I shall be obliged, I shall be obliged,

Samaël be my witness...

but thou art toddler and my blood

and until we meet again I'll love and slaughter

your siblings with all my heart and rusted...

...steel!

Thus spoke Botis