Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the silent shadows. As
the sky goes from dark to black ice cold whispers burns my skin. From nowhere to the
deepest of my soul they speak unto me... grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow.
A moon, a bloodred full moon light my black hearts night. Lightning cracks the sky
and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms arise. Burning flames catch my
eyes... Purgatory. Into the shadows so dark I hear the choirs of evil, a "joy" in
blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies. The Gate is open... Into the silent shadows I
crawl, upon the throne so cold, atmosphere of melancholy. I will forever burn... Into
the silent shadows.