IN THE DIM OBSCURITY OF THE ECLIPSE A XENOLITH OF PURE BLACKNESS SPEARS INTO HEAVEN FROM THE LIGHT OF SATAN'S EYE MY EYES STARE INTO THE SHADOW MY HEART HUNGERS FOR WINTER THE IMPALED QUINTESSENCE OF GRACE TAINTED BY THE BLOOD OF THE ANGELS FORLORN INTO FROST IN THE SHADOW OF SATAN'S WINGS MY GLARE, LOVELESS AND DEAD AND THE FLOWERS... GONE