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Surround me with the wind of plagues

The wind of hate and the wind of death

And let them swirl as a storm about me

That they should feed from me until I take them in and they become me

Wherever I may walk

Loud cries break the silence

I strike at all life

As a child born unto the Mother of Night

Like a predator among prey

So do I drink from the human souls

And touch their hearts with poison

Death and hunger stretch from me

Like black veins carried atop the backs of the dead through the four corners to touch the wings of the dark angels who dwell there and unify their tongues

That they might awaken the Dragon to my name

Surround me with the wind of plagues

The wind of hate and the wind of death

And let them swirl as a storm about me

That they should feed from me until I take them in and they become me

Wherever I may walk

Loud cries break the silence

I strike at all life

As a child born unto the Mother of Night

Death and hunger stretch from me

Like black veins carried atop the backs of the dead through the four corners

To touch the wings of the dark angels who dwell there and unify their tongues

That they might awaken the Dragon to my name so I may be seen in the blackness of the void as apart from the writhing columns of undeserving and atrophied souls to learn His immortal language and ascend to darker spheres

Where I should pull the Mother of Night

From my shadow

And plant her children to haunt the world of man like predators among prey