The Shining Dark
by Marcus Draik

Stars rain down on some distant realm
Take root, my spawn, and heed thy calling
In dichotomy's nadir place thy steps
Abandon the loved to destroy the hated
Great is thy blood, for great shall be my death

Trembling, my veins as I breathe into the night
Awakened with thirst; know nought but to destroy
Fall aknee, thou vanquished!
The blood of the prostrated drenches my blade
Never have I known life, till I have taken it