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In a very rough winter, in the endless gloom

When the planets were aligned, dimness time

An unusual creature, magnificent, malignant

Was born in this dark world, Tenebris Dominus

His nightfall beauty, elegance and grace

Just as his ancestors, but dark

Elf of blackened skin, solitary in the woods

Misanthrope Philosopher

Lone shadow wolf

Glorious as long as the world shall live

The rays of the moon

Brighter far than the greatest night

His solitude attracted the blue fire

Due their similar malevolence

A distinct obscurity

Now bewitched he glows

Spell expert, nocturnal

He disbelieves all goodness

With pessimism, and lightlessness

Consummating hellish rituals

Special herbs, frogs and worms

Invoking obscurity forces

Mounted on Shade-mare

His animal of 666 lives

Bat-winged and stark

Death burns in its eyes

In every hard winter, isolated in blackness

When the witches are outside, profane arts

A fascinating creature, reclusive, desolated

Controlling this black world, Tenebris Dominus

Lone shadow wolf

Inglorious as long as the world shall live

The moonlight beams

Brighter far than the murkiest night

Wise 'til the end

Unlit soul, the cold elf