Dreamless sleep within an ancient shrine. Mystical night arouses temporal hunger. Howling in the distance, my children yearn. My children yearn.
Through the realms of Darkness I roam. On the wings of Death I eternally hunt. With the eyes of Immortality I behold. By the pale moonshine I become awake. Conjuring the dead to reveal their mysteries. On the mighty chariot of Nott I ride.
Voices from the deep abyss fill my halls. Shadows of my past dwell forever more. I’ve stalked the streets of forgotten cities. Revelled in lustful orgies with the undead. I have drunk the golden blood, abjured Thanatos. Spat on the Book of “Truth”, embraced the Dark.
Dreamless sleep within an ancient shrine. Mystical night arouses temporal hunger. Joining my beloved children, I rise at dusk.
Away from Mithras I walk an endless night. Stretching my wings to seek for nourishment. On the blood and flesh of your race I feast. Lurking from mortal eyes but for ravening. I have drunk the golden blood, supreme sin. On the chariot of Nott I shall forever ride.