[The contemplations of Joachim Blokk:]

As my sword drips black now with the unclean
blood of another slain fiend, it

occurs to me that history will most probably
record me a fanatic... as for

more years than I care to remember I have
dedicated my life to the caseless

pursuit and destruction of the loathsome undead.
Indeed, it was long ago that

I commenced with the wreaking of my grim
vengeance upon the denizens of the

dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana,
Fiend's Bane, I vow they shall

all pay for taking my beloved from me! Fanatic?
Mayhap. But by all the gods of

vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome legacy 'ere I
die... a legacy wrought in

retributive bloodshed and screaming terror!

Drowned in the icy lake of tragedy,

Forged in the fires of revenge,

Driven by the winds which compel a man to
destiny,

Haunted by the whispers of the dead.

Blood is black in the moonlight

As it was when I pierced the heart of my
betrothed,

Blood is black in the moonlight,

Her undead gaze gleaming ire upon me.

Blood is black in the moonlight

I held aloft her head to my grim gods,

Blood is black in the moonlight

(Now I am eternally bonded to my blade)

And ever I am thwarted by the dark!

Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with
revenge this night!

Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the edge of
ensorcelled steel!

Night has fallen, the hunt begins...

Vengeful carnage 'neath the moon!

And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to
my gods that those vile

creatures who tore the life and hope from my
beloved's breast and replaced it

with that unspeakable sanguineous ravening would
repay a hundredfold in

slaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed... I
would hunt them to their

worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or
slithered upon the earth, and wreak

my honed steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own
grave. Such was my vow!

Aye, this bride of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by
wizards at its forging... to

me she is as pure as the newly fallen snow,
kissed by the breeze at dusk...

and yet she has supped deep of the ichors of many
men and fiends alike.

Shadow spawned demons ravening for my blood,

Yet the thirst of my blade is greater!

Aye, all they shall feast upon this night will be
cold steel!

I hear the slither of scales on silk,

Fiend's Bane replete with undead slaughter!

I am the scourge of the devils who dwell in
darkness...

(but the darkness writhing in my own soul is so
much deeper...)

Their flesh burns at the touch of my blade of
searing vengeance,

And I cast their malign spirits screaming into
limbo!

Darkfall, and the autumn moon glimmers on my
steel...

Now it is time to hunt and slay once more,

For the night has come!