I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms. And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste. Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre. … and darkness be the burier of the dead. From this moment on, none of you are safe. They have tied me to a stake - I cannot fly. The weight of this sad time we must obey.Īnd as the sun, that had been too afraid to show its face in this city, started to turn the black into grey, I smiled. … how many hours bring about the day, how many days will finish up the year, how many years a mortal man may live. We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back at us, you blinked. That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
Sometimes it’s only madness that makes us what we are. He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war. You can’t conceive of the pain I can cause.Īs a man, I’m flesh and blood. I will break and twist things within you. As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods - they kill us for their sport.
