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 [bad word]  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.