Once, when my mind was open

My eyes were clouded like a fool's

The grief often pierced my mind

And i wept

Autumn passed and the old trees

Lost their leaves to nakedness

Stark, black trees look evil

in the cold, beautiful winter



Blackened rebirth

no more grief

The helpless with their tiny limbs

Flee before my sword

I maraud the world

No one shell live, none shall stand

they'll rot on my sword



i see - dark visions

by the candlelight

in a circle of fire

i hear - screaming voices

crying out in pain

I saw - the ritual of blood

Unholy master, you answered my prayers

I praise thee