It is the essence of - malevolence, Which I evoke from the "vril" source To cut a slate of obsidian starlight, from the ebon sky Or have I cut with a black blade, Extracted from my skeletal core Perfect edge to rip, to tear a lesion in causality Blade of fury behold me, cut a place for me in time And in the memories of mankind, forever within and without All that I am and could be, and who I desire to be 'Til I've exhausted this laybrinthine liberty, Cursed be me until I am free Until all that holds me in this mortal shell