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.