Unholy Wunderwerck
Purest in him is the urge to kill A secret dream, a supressed will In the night of the mind The beast still howls Calling him into the deepest night Into the deepest night Above the pits of woe Shines himself the morningstar Gives him the urge, gives him the might To darkest wonders, to darkest arts True prowess, fulfillment as man Devours the one to become one Takes to not to be taken Whoever that takes shall be given Whoever that falls shall be devoured upon
