Wyrd Misantrophe's Masterplan
			
Endless dreams of drifting in whir winds of deepest black 
From the depths of Tuonela the riders arrive Singing the 
age old song of death That even the most coldhearted 
dread Darkest manifestations of ungodly beauty, 
blasphemous, yet divine The sun sets forever, the 
misanthrope's masterplan