Decades onward. Further propelled. Now the purpose of thee I understand it all too much. Meant to spill bloode. Wrapped in shawl of the night as day. I wear agony without shame. I wrap myself in this despair. Meant to slay and to suffere. What cruele fate had it store tis no longere burden. The moone once more stare to me as a comforting reminder I am not alone. Running through the fielde teeming the aurora shines The Stars guided the way. I am beaste without shame, I am the Wolfe in thy night. Sanctuary where thy mountains and wilderness reprive.
(why discard what you are. When your willpower to resist is stronger!)
A retreat where I am free. Those who seek to find me will prepare for grueling slaughter. Dare they seek to perish.
