Awaken the ghost. This place is cursed. You should never have came here. For I am the harvester of souls, and my thirst for carnage cannot be quenched. This blackness will envelop your soul and bind you forever to my hatred. The vicious cycle of torment. Endless, your suffering is at my will. This world is nothing to me. I'll watch as it turns to ashes. To get to the origin of my existence is nothing more than a forsaken voyage. Forget about the loved ones you've lost and bow down, my reign here is endless. Handfuls of jet black hair. The tongue has been removed. Skin pale as the coldest winter will fill your dreams until death ensues. Her tragedy is knowing there's no escape. Her ghastly face will forever haunt your dreams. What was the point of holding on to this agony, you see it so clearly now, vengeance the only answer.