Vinum Intus

I fell... And I arose And fall I shall again, choosing so! The deeper the cut The dearer the scar Each arrow of strife just hardens my shield Replacing soul's rags with an armor of steel I bleed... But not to atone Pain is my patron, ever be it so! S

From the shapeless seed of Death grew the most dreadful wonder Towering unseen over all existence Its roots are wrapped tight around Creation's throat And God's all faces drown in the shadow of its Crown In waking... In dreaming... In dreamless sleep

A Living Grave - Alghazanth I am many and we are one* Seeketh I must and findeth we shall From the tunnels most abhorred I, the unclean, once crawled forth Dripping with fluids repulsive and vile Haunting the night, ravaging minds The stench of human