There is no difference between death and life. Just a circle to be closed by time. Creature comforts in this earthly plane. Have become more hallowed than wisdom today.
Storming With Menace. . A black cloud hangs over your existence. All of your thoughts dismal and gray. The end of compassion lies in the distance. Your future only falseness and dismay.
Storm Of The Beast. . Night is coming down. Fog is all around. The beast is leaving his bloody home. The smell of blood. Is in the air. People die if he wants throne.
Son Of Evil. . Masquarade as he rides through the night. Blitzkrieg torture blade shining bright. In his eyes dreams of pain. As he kills the lovely shame.