Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night
comes whirling like a maelstrom. Warring waves of crackling clouds
embrace this nightside landscape. The heavens bleed, through open
wounds, the dim light of the moon. The winds are crying mournfully and
tears fly with the gusts. They whip my clenched faces freezing skin
with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long I have suffered the desert sands
of time. But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign. My soul
will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life, to fly into the
mist of night, into the nightside eclipse, and experience existence on
the other side. As a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract the
reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. Growing circles of grief
and pain slides across the land as an omen of the horror yet to come.
The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons breed in my
infernal, sinking soul. And as I reach the surface once again these
powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky
majesty.