Surround me with the wind of plagues
The wind of hate and the wind of death
And let them swirl as a storm about me
That they should feed from me until I take them in and they become me
Wherever I may walk
Loud cries break the silence
I strike at all life
As a child born unto the Mother of Night
Like a predator among prey
So do I drink from the human souls
And touch their hearts with poison
Death and hunger stretch from me
Like black veins carried atop the backs of the dead through the four corners to touch the wings of the dark angels who dwell there and unify their tongues
That they might awaken the Dragon to my name
Surround me with the wind of plagues
The wind of hate and the wind of death
And let them swirl as a storm about me
That they should feed from me until I take them in and they become me
Wherever I may walk
Loud cries break the silence
I strike at all life
As a child born unto the Mother of Night
Death and hunger stretch from me
Like black veins carried atop the backs of the dead through the four corners
To touch the wings of the dark angels who dwell there and unify their tongues
That they might awaken the Dragon to my name so I may be seen in the blackness of the void as apart from the writhing columns of undeserving and atrophied souls to learn His immortal language and ascend to darker spheres
Where I should pull the Mother of Night
From my shadow
And plant her children to haunt the world of man like predators among prey
