Flagellating your pale cold skin, 

I desire for more 

Beholding those deep bleeding wounds 

I wish I could return you back to life 

To start my feast all over again... 



Whip bleeds my own skin now fiercefully 

I expect the pain, although it passes away 

Leaving me in utter bitterness 

I await the night, when I may spread my wings 

And reach the skies far above the wooden pantheon... 

I await the night and the storm it brings 

To conquer these lands of pride and joy 

To blacken their souls and deprave their minds... 



I'm true and faithful servant of those 

Who came here long before the earth was born 

I'm their messanger and archangel 

Condemned to dwell behind these burning gates 

Of sullen silent spheres... 



I know not if I'm a vital being 

But it should be so, since I scent the honied blood of females... 

I lick them, rape them, slaughter them... 

Wretched pathetic humans... 



I make them weep, make them shriek and ask forgiveness... 

Seeking delight in pain and suffering, oh so sweet... 



[whisper:]

When sun sets beyond the snowy mountains 

And wolves howl at the fullmoon 

Crescent skies tumble into glowing shade of agony, 

So bizarre... 



The shadowy inmaterial spectres invite me 

To join their exalted hellish dance 

The night blackens with storm, breed by Ancient Ones 

And I lust for their return more than ever before...