forged from the shadow of the suns penetrating gaze, drowned in a sea of decay. i am the desecrator of life, the vile weaver of death. i dwell where no light shall shine and no lantern shall guide. no vitality left in my wake, only terror and submission, and the blood of the frail. in wells of shadow hearts forged from iniquity and black flame, all shall cower and weep before my name. i dwell where no light shall radiate. i am the desecrator of life, i am the vile weaver of death. i shall sculpt this world toward my predilect. toward final irrevocable ruin.