Howling Cries
Edification in my darkness neither has winds in threes that blow
throw the leaves at night. Howling cries, eyes that never die pale-
ethnology all led to this nightmare. Venomous and vampirism
throw darken nights. Darken halls of imperial horror of the
twilight of the night vanish in a blood as evil of a creature of
the darkness of the night preying on the towns, souls of fire,
blood of venom. Apocrypa is all that giving death the final
master, blood the final taste of a innocents of incessant
final rage of the beast our inner self's. Incarnation of the
dead throw life pleasure's, pleasure at this taste of night