[testimony of the dying]



I, who walk disguised among,

i, who have watched death a thousand times

i, who perform the murderous art,

king of kings, lord of pain

The tempter of eternal life,

the beholder of the evil eye

Prince of death,

the true servant of the dying kind



I, an angel of death

From the dark abyss

rejected from heaven

condemned to a realm

more evil than ever imagined



a realm of pain and suffering

never known to living man

you will bleed forever again



i, who lurk in the darkest shadows

i leave no life behind



I, who dwell in your deepest fear

write this in human blood

my last words to mankind



follow my way

crush the living hypocrite

and those who speak of death

with pleasure and no desire



Let us gather to create what once were

what could have been



for this is the task and quest

to those who succeed

the gates will open to the realm of death

and we will welcome you as a brother

together we will rule the throne of death



to those who fail

we will reach out from the darkest of hell 

and with viscious intent rip your soul apart...