Bend me to oblivion and still the night creeps its cold fingers over the shape of my heart.
Ignorance betrays the weak and profits the wise.     
I hear it in my mind that howling life from the depths of a crimson sea.
Washed in the blood of virtue but died in the stain of hate.
I heard you in my dreams and now I wonder to the sound of the howl wanting to be just like you...