Once, when my mind was open  My eyes were clouded like a fool's  The grief often pierced my mind  And i wept  Autumn passed and the old trees  Lost their leaves to nakedness  Stark, black trees look evil  in the cold, beautiful winter    Blackened rebirth  no more grief  The helpless with their tiny limbs  Flee before my sword  I maraud the world  No one shell live, none shall stand  they'll rot on my sword    i see - dark visions  by the candlelight  in a circle of fire  i hear - screaming voices  crying out in pain  I saw - the ritual of blood  Unholy master, you answered my prayers  I praise thee