"The night... it haunts me" My life has thriven upon soil That was not its to consume "La victime. Je l'ai mordu Et bu le sang" Cultus sanguine "Elle s'a trompe pour la premiere Et la derniere fois" I am the glorified bringer Of thy long due rest And thus I have ascended To make thy blooming flower wither As if it were rotting windfall Your petals are mine to peel So bow down before mee... kneel! I have been kissed By the soothing tongues of death before They did not fool me I could taste the bitterness from afar Man need no kneel before the angels Nor lie in death forever But for the weakness Of the feeble will