My stormwings carrying me towards the Morningstar.
Towards the towers of hatred. Gardening the emotions ofthe Blackbeast, I summon them through the Gates of Seven
Scarlet Stars... My countess, my longing, touch thisflickering, swirling mental flame with rememberance. Lickthe GOAT, lick the dead sacrifice. With desire. Tastethe blood, the black burning blood of night's hatred. Andspeak - "I'm here". Hear my praise for the moon raisingnow... In the winterabyss.