Psycroptic

The winds they chill me, flowing from beyond the woods,
darkness approaches, moonlight will guide me.
I take my cruellest weapons, for the fear of death,
my journey will take me
Beyond the realms of, humane society,
to the village of Sodom!
They will kill me– I am enemy
I am their foe– they fear what they know
I carry with me– something they seek
An ancient sword– Revered by all
In my journey– I have seen
Many a creature– many a freak
But the sword– has remained with me
My mission– (deliver the sword)
To my evil master, the hilt contains what he needs
stones from another time, constructed by the hands of a demon.
It was a thousand years ago, when the sword was created,
a plan a thousand years old. All for the one known as-
Satan!...
I travel on into the night, no rest for I dont want to die.
My destination only a day away. The castle of the demon is-