Murder

Disbalance of cosmic rewards driving me to vampiric

Summoning of my victim. i raise my arms and spoke the

Nine words. the gate is yearning to open, and i whisper,

I scream again and again... and things mortal and

Immortal are changing, maimed and twisted by silverstream.

The lack of yearning may perverse the point, but

Now all must be completed. again i reveal my knife as a

Tongues of freezing flame, ripping the universe, outgoing

From my aura. now he consumes my emotions and will,

Sending back the force. the cold dark fragments is

Drifting to the blade. now we may kill without fear, doupt

And pain, erasing the life of the screwed jesus' creatures.

Performing the one of the dark doings.

There are the part of blasphemy in it