Spire of Lazarus - Hermes

Born, a messenger, son of Zeus
A servant of mount Olympus
A guide to the underworld
Altering your perceptions of all reality
A messenger of Hades, with speed he will see you dead

Fear his spear
The end is drawing ever near

I was born, a messenger, son of Zeus
A willing servant to the gods
A guide to the underworld
The messenger of death

Fear his spear
The end is drawing ever near

Now your time has finally come
Peeling back your innocence
Bringing you before his masters
Conceived for your arrogance
Now your time has finally come
To peel back your innocence
Bringing you before his masters
Conceived for your arrogance
Seek your revenge
Waste his breath away
For the destruction he's caused, with his immortality

Gods of the battlefield, grant me strength
To crush the will of my enemy
Superhuman endurance, and immortality
Power conjuring elements at thee
Superhuman speed, but you can’t escape
Try as you might, but you can't be saved in my grasp

Tormented by my blades
Weaponless, you beg for your life
Death will not be spared this time
With severed limbs, you waste away