Relentlessly pursued by the foul mongrels that call these dungeons of demise home, I grow ever more with a fiery hate not unlike my adversary. To tread in the domain of the architect of madness himself is one omen of certain insanity. The gentle flowing currents that course through my blackened blood only give me a sense of dread, as I know I exist only in hell, and the lord of darkness awaits.
8 май 2013