Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the
silent shadows. As the sky goes from dark to black ice cold whispers
burns my skin. From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto
me... grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow. A moon, a
bloodred full moonlights my black hearts night. Lightning cracks the
sky and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms
arise. Burning flames catch my eyes... Purgatory. Into the shadows so
dark I hear the choirs of evil, a "joy" in blasphemy beyond my darkest
fantasies. The Gate is open... Into the silent shadows I crawl, upon
the throne so cold, atmosphere of melancholy. I will forever
burn... Into the silent shadows.
