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What power born, liberated by the winds of hate!

Consigned by fate to walk amongst the dead

And serve the One with every fiend cut down by my hand

And the gates left unguarded;

In ecstasy,

Awe-struck, Nauseated, I fall -

With no mouth I have to scream:

Oh, no!

What monster is this new me?

Pray, death’s mercy be granted unto me,

Free from sights unholy, dark,

Oh, spare my mind that soul-shredding pain -

The truth!

When the barrier breaks between the worlds,

When the living serve the dead, in chains, they’ll see

Their world fulfills its Fate and sink consumed

By spell, by blade, by the assassin’s art, I’ll hold on to my vicious crafts

I’ll raise my scissor high as scepter then and call the rampant waves to crush

Their pitiful domain!

The tide now devouring the shore

And what remains of my old self: The gems are burning my eyes,

Searing holes in the dome of my skull plunging me in agony…

Time to let go of all that I knew before

When my terrible lord brings me to the surface world,

Immortal and deranged I shall ride with cannibal desires,

Trampling down the scum who thought themselves beyond

The reach of my revenge: but now it’s time to learn

Man’s but a gazelle and I am the lion:

I have woken hungry and I mean to hunt!