The hunger of death is constantly hungry for the weakest pulse of life.
A striking spiral of the destructive retribution meander.
For a darkness must forever blind the light.
A striking splendor of life's blackened spells.
Of its blackest reciprocity worship.
Must be a heart's demonizing paralysis of earth life's futility . .
Man's powerlessness is constantly dominant.
Of the Black Art formula of the Lord's eternal malice.