As I reflect my past I memorize the nights in solitude when my only friend was the dagger at my heart and the essence of red streams, which I released from the prison of my veins, mirrored the lone trust I ever felt Because my only friend was Death
The silent screams of my aching heart was buried into everlasting stillness and the pain I suffered every day was unseen in the dark chambers which was my very soul...
But in solitaire hours in the dead of night I stared deep into the ravenous abyss and as I float into qliffotic tunnels I saw them, eleven shadows from beyond In their black oceans I drowned myself and so, I was reborn as a Spirit
What I saw in the depths ignited a forbidden flame in my heart and now, dealed by the light of Lucifer
As I reflect my past I memorize the nights in solitude when my only friend was the dagger at my heart
...and I truly know that all the pain was worth it
This nights of black agony gave everlasting birth to the essence of my true self I speard my wingd and fly away into a night, so beautiful and clear Nox Aurea...
The struggle of Liberation goes on until the very last chain is broken The path to wisdom dwells beneath us Per Aspera Ad Astra...