Wordless whispers from within Urging me onward on the darkest of trails The light is growing dim And the winds of enchantment wails Energies whirl around me As I am approaching my fate To slice the throats of the mundane And to unfold raging fires of hate Apocalyptic visions appear before my eyes As I stare into the abyss Surronded by stormwinds from beyond the poles I am granted K'tonians bliss Howling nightwinds bring to me The beckoning whispers of the dark Urging me onward on the path of might Lighting up my internal spark The deepest of spiritual mysteries Unseen hands are guiding my feet From this wordly plain I will soon be released My mission here is complete I have wielded the sword of the damned Of spirits of hatred and scorn Between the gates of hidden wisdom Lies the burning darkness to which I am sworn