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.