"Verdum is burned while alive To serve as your archetype Of man who denounces Heaven And worships the night" "As the sun goes down, I salivate Nocturnal, my new mental state" In the darkest spire of the darkest tower Resides a miscreant bereft of power Burgot, the murderer, those children scoured Ordained in solitude for lasting hours An obligation signed in blood To serve the leader of the damned In exchange for his sanity He's granted safeguard of his lamb "Now, Burgot, you must strip yourself of dress And pour over yourself this grand ointment" I approach this lycanthrope As the moon is absolute He lunged at me with feral teeth 8 feet - Lord, what a beast He lodged his claws 4 inches deep Subcutaneous tissue bleeds But what lies inside my sheath Will be immunity I impale the creature's meat Collecting sovereignty