I look beyond my cold and frail gaze upon the mist floating by. I feel stigmatic-like pains and lightning through my ever so fragile being. I have now died and been awoken to life by spirits unknown.
All that remains is our cold dying breath. All that has been done. All that is yet to come. Decades have passed on through fresh blood. For thee to feed the flames of a divine supreme faith.
Perpetuated in Evil I withstand death. One with night's dark and I shall never live again. For Death is but the beginning.
Unclean spirits drag me through forgotten passages. Hidden lands of nocturnal ghosts. I feast on fear of the living races. At eternal hours my worship kills men.