Lord of the Night

Snow starts to fall,
night starts to mourn,
for all fallen victims,
of my killing mystics.

Baron Damien had to be burned,
for the title I've earned,
"Lord of the Night" I am called,
don't subject, and you'll be destroyed.

I spread my wings wide,
from my sight noone can hide,
With my claws they are cut,
with my fangs I split their gut.

Feared by creatures of night,
my title proves my might,
the first creature I slashed,
was living under my bed.

Sword I wield is dammned,
forged for One who was banished,
with it, Titans were slayed,
and Leviathan was maimed.

So...

When you're out in night,
try not to get in my sight,
for if you do, you'll be gone,
and night will once again mourn.