Hiding in the center of the cold
Feeling small drops of frost fall upon the head
The air, it grips with a hold
That wrings the soul as if to make it dead

A scream in the distance that seems from aways
And yet it seems that it is so desperately close~
Closer and closer with all the days
Twirling around with delicate prose

It screams once, there is a shiver…
It screams twice…to the fifth…
It beckons, it begs, come hither…

It screams, it thrusts out it’s fist:
“Death to all, death to the greatest!
Bleed your heart into the sands
Of time without rest.
Tarnish with blood the forsaken hand;
Bring to justice the killers of the Soul;
Turn their demise to blacker than coal;

Seek the purity of knowledge;
Heed the philosophy of dark,
It is the bleeding heart’s college,
The institute of death’s mark.
Where you shall learn
How to kill,
How to burn,
How to will,
How to turn,

How to flash the eyes in omnipotence,
How to glide above all in unending cadence,
How to
Bring to yourself your Anime,
And turn it’s demise into the brightest ray.”