The Evil man stood atop a hill with a smile on his face,
Theres no trace of that village, he thought, or of that race,
To bad I had to kill them all, he thought, but it twas worth it,
Now i have power, he thought,
But the blood on his hand would not go un noticed by the true pure souls.

The next day the evil man heard a rap on his door,
I wonder who that could be, he thought, i don't have any neighbors any more,
He opened to door and saw before him a man of the light,
He had no time to speak,
They knew who did the dead,
So the man of the light smited the evil man with all his might,
The evil man was dead.

Well the evil man's soul got to wandering the land,
One day he came upon a very evil man,
The man told him that he could live once again,
And he told them there was a bonus,
And a catch,
"There is a small fee", said the very evil man,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your body,
And your soul,
"but," said the man, "you will get power",
The power to kill,
The power to maim,
the power to destroy lives, love, the freedom of others and young minds,
The first evil man agreed to this right then, but twas before the last man had said what he was about to say,
"But you won't," said the very evil man, "have power over a few things."
You have to power over you opinion,
No power over who you love,
No power over you actions,
No power over your fate,
No power over your destiny,
We will make the destions for you,
We own you,
That is the price of the power,
The first evil man now just realised what he had agreed to,
His life was no longer his.

-Soul Fanel

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 276 AF.