Nighthatred Emotions Of The Blackbeast
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.
