Flagellating your pale cold skin,    I desire for more    Beholding those deep bleeding wounds    I wish I could return you back to life    To start my feast all over again...       Whip bleeds my own skin now fiercefully    I expect the pain, although it passes away    Leaving me in utter bitterness    I await the night, when I may spread my wings    And reach the skies far above the wooden pantheon...    I await the night and the storm it brings    To conquer these lands of pride and joy    To blacken their souls and deprave their minds...       I'm true and faithful servant of those    Who came here long before the earth was born    I'm their messanger and archangel    Condemned to dwell behind these burning gates    Of sullen silent spheres...       I know not if I'm a vital being    But it should be so, since I scent the honied blood of females...    I lick them, rape them, slaughter them...    Wretched pathetic humans...       I make them weep, make them shriek and ask forgiveness...    Seeking delight in pain and suffering, oh so sweet...       [whisper:]   When sun sets beyond the snowy mountains    And wolves howl at the fullmoon    Crescent skies tumble into glowing shade of agony,    So bizarre...       The shadowy inmaterial spectres invite me    To join their exalted hellish dance    The night blackens with storm, breed by Ancient Ones    And I lust for their return more than ever before...