A cryptic slaughter by hate

Darkness is the only survivor

As evil dominion terminate



Behind the sealed door

To imagination

I sense the voices of devastation

Dementia praecox

A cascade of dark emotions

An ominous silence imprisons me

With disfigured landscapes



The winds that carry

This esoteric call

Emerges from the dungeons

Underneath my soul

As I cross the bridge

To that darkness

My eyes are filled with

So much death