his home’s in the center of the deepest of forests night his day, day his night sorrounded by poisoned fogs that feed him death he creates, light he destroys his heart once strong now whrites in pain as it’s chained by a curse since ages he swallows human souls that he gets raping and burning everywhere he walks everything dies everywhere he looks sorrows are brought no crosses nor silver can stop him gods don’t exist, evil exists he will be king again of a world of darkness and pain eternal winter will be no warmth to the hearts “listen to me, the master of black for you will serve or you will die!!”