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