maelstrom. Warring waves of cracking clouds embrace this nightside landscape. The
heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the moon. The winds are crying
mournfully and tears fly with the gusts. They whip my clenched faces freezing skin
with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long have I suffered the desert sands of time. But as I
drown in darkness it will release the sign. My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh
and earthly life, to fly into the mist of the night, into the nightside eclipse, and
experiences existence on the other side. As a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract
the reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. Growing circles of grief and pain slides
across the land as an omen of the horror yet to come. The strength of a thousand
fire-breathing demons breed in my infernal, sinking soul. And as I reach the surface
once again these powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky
majesty
