The twisted black soul resides within this vessel..Laughing at those that stands before me,yearning for the taste of flesh,craving the pure spirit which fuels the burning within...This old soul ripped and torn vengeful waiting for the crys of war...Smiles "soon the fallen will be mine",moves into the depths of the Dharqness and waits,content in the fact that soon very soon i shall be looking down upon your carcass as the crows feed opon you,flesh on top of bone makes this vessel,evil and Dharqness consumes it,rage drives it, battle feeds and inspires it,the crys of pain pleases it,it smiles down upon your weak soul yes my brother i will feed upon you this day,and consume your soul, spite it within my deprived twisted black evil soul,for all the ages you will belong to me....