This night is an ocean.
Stars like dust on its face.
Cold and shiftless,
they pierce me to the core.

These winds, a gale,
shrieking and gnawing at my
callous hide.
Therein lies malevolence, and fear.

Those ones, vigilant and
so watchful. Like a stream of
chaos, they ride the night,
trying at hatred.

Amends made by steel.
Thrust out the pool, I live,
gnashing my wretched maw
in the night.

Chaos calms sordid ambition.
As power wretches through my veins,
Anihil, bless my conquest,
as slavish worms kneel to thee.

ÆONS of NAUGHT, DESCEND!