A living way of a hero

The night i feel is the night of freedom for the death,
Hell is where the death, devil and the undertaker,
The god of death i summon you in the street to take all the unwanted people by ending their life to hell,
Now it rain...
I feel and taste of blood which the the violent of the death god had made to the human we live in,
The black sky is now the time we as the death come out and play.

As a falling angel is a punishment from the god,
A legend of a hero knight from the Covincer De Leordeticor Mor Decovic,
Fighting with the death of monster that is summon by the death to the earth to finish the human race,
A hero who had earn a ranks from the seven great clans and lands,
A follower from the East as a scout,
A follower from the West as a ranger,
A follower from the North as a priest,
A follower from the South as a crusader,
With the hero he was the leader of a great clan member who know the words of the human lands.

The choics of being a great clan is the right to be the one who left the final scroll to the gods table,
Listen from the winds who call you,
the blood which is to burn is the right to be remain silence,
Till the end of the days history like this will be forget and never right down,
As we are the form of the dead will rise to make every remember how the hero is dead.