My stormwings carrying me towards the Morningstar.  Towards the towers of hatred. Gardening the emotions of  the Blackbeast, I summon them through the Gates of Seven  Scarlet Stars... My countess, my longing, touch this  flickering, swirling mental flame with rememberance. Lick  the GOAT, lick the dead sacrifice. With desire. Taste  the blood, the black burning blood of night's hatred. And  speak - "I'm here". Hear my praise for the moon raising  now... In the winterabyss.