Secrets born in me are the conjurations Malicious mysteries-calling of the blood. Morbid esoteries written on human skins. Unfit for a world like this-a place of suffering. Disciple of the Heinous Path The covenant of pestilence I am a soldier, a fanatic. With a heart sworn to the Dark Lord. My flesh is the abode of complex entities A temple and a grave-a Chalice of His wrath The candlelight is pouring down from a flickering flame. Pure black energy and obscurity The rapture of my murder. These dark tormenting desires. Perversion-tyranny. Disciple of the Heinous Path