i am the word of hate made flesh demon black immortal soul at a pool of stinking filth and again the images unfurl from me the crimson strings unfold to infinite lengths and points untold to conquer time alone by will to be forever more apoditic evil in the arms of the unlight tribesmen turn from starside skies and venture not unto the north as doctrine to their lives a fear of death or worse cimmerian recursive soul the force from which the fountain flows tributaries in worlds beyond to snuff the lie of light enslaved creation molding man as mine or be destroyed sheathing drops which fall to earth and freeze within the night sculpt the northern towers high antithetic windswept plains from behind the eyes from within i writhe with preternatural sense i feel the scarlet flow of life nearby to mesmerize the hypnotic beauty in these eyes seek in me and you ll find the truth you so design brilliant infinity i ll send you on your way from me the crimson strings unfold to infinite lengths and points untold to conquer time alone by will to be forever more apoditic evil in the arms of the unlight