My stormwings carrying me towards the Morningstar.

Towards the towers of hatred. Gardening the emotions of

the Blackbeast, I summon them through the Gates of Seven

Scarlet Stars... My countess, my longing, touch this

flickering, swirling mental flame with rememberance. Lick

the GOAT, lick the dead sacrifice. With desire. Taste

the blood, the black burning blood of night's hatred. And

speak -