Rule

Sleeping dogs of summers day
Lie in wait of ample prey
Come to me my bastard hound
Listen to that sorrow sound
Howling loud with endless fright
Be on point this stoic night
For come the morning we shall rise
Born anew with demons eyes
Take the day and make it ours
For all time throughout the stars

Conquered

Mystically I came to be from sleeping zombies' fantasies
Meshed with fibers of my soul, frayed and torn from days of 'ole
Think before you venture close, stay, take heed, or be a ghost
Near me feel the crushing weight, the thick fog layers with no abate
Few have glimpsed my visage true, perished, slaughtered through and through
But come to me and hear my word and all your fear will be conquered