Evil Heir

Animals will lick the stones
Free of ash and salt
From the raging executing fire
Torolv's spirit lingers in the salty raw

Cattle drink the water
Dust to dust and mud
Getting mad and crazed by lurking demons
Soon there is a calf with Torolv's blood

The ox is heir to Torolv's diabolic ways
Carrying his hellish torture on
People apprehend
They've had their days

Leaving trails of blood
Marking his domain
Leaving trails of blood and loathly gore
Making sure his acts come out in pain

Evilness will still keep on
Torture is preserved
Darkness is the undisputed king
He will never ask what you deserve