My song is tears of bitter rain
My breaths are winter winds
My eyes are pitch as blackest night
My soul can suck yours in

I feed on living creatures
Their deaths become my strength
Through death I was created
In death I shall remain

What is this existence?
What purpose do we serve?
Can we not subdue this hunger?
Can we not be what we were?

But what do those things matter?
This bloodlust rages on
My brethren, with me, together
Let the maelstrom carry on!


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