The Original Sin hath taken his kin the rancid mass grave,

He watched his loved ones in a pool of blood and it sent him in a scorching rage,

Hema hath summoned the nocturnal queen

Malaresia came to him, as if in a lucid dream

His quest for vengeance gave Mother Blood a spark of intrigue

Crimson Serpentine sunk their teeth into his flesh and brought him to his knees

The bride watched but Hema begged not for mercy.

On his quest for vengeance, he spilled the blood of enemies,

He did not give a damn if his soul will never find peace,

All he wanted was crimson flowing before his eyes

A thousand cries sung like melodies under the solemn sky

The routine of death raged wild behind his trail

The purest souls opposed him but saw no avail

Those who battle Blood and His Embrace were bound to fail.

The whores sought pleasure from Blood and His Embrace,

Hema slept in sodom without disgrace

His path of vengeance is suddenly a cloud of forgotten haze,

Until a revelation sparked wildly in his mind,

The Original Sin lies within all of mankind.

Hema's soul is beyond redemption

Bound to the dark longing for retribution

Forever a Descendant of Gollumek

Walking around the land riddled with regret,

Tempted by the blood of Gaalrah

His body aching with impeccable sorrow

A sharp pain giving Hema a start,

Only to find a knife plunged deep into his heart

He looked from the corner of his ebon-stricken eye

To find that his enemies hath charged him from behind.

He fell with a smile on his face

Behold the demise of Blood and His Embrace.