The rebirth of a cursed existence Unfolding unto time again. Cruelty of the blackest Countess. Conjured of old grim tales. Macabre visions excavated
Vorago... Burning spells and incantations. Blasphemies and desecration. Consecrated in devouring. All the life in Darkness. Iron will, and fist to match
I carry the stench of the grave. Like a mist hovering around my being. I curse the moon and it's blaze. For it no longer pleases me. Cursed to wander
nest. Have the humans finally found me? Cursed be the flesh I have spared. You can hunt but never will you win....the Dark. I take the form of a funeral
Christian millions of weak Black pure imperial blood Herited from funeral sworn In the soil where rotting bones were placed Our souls grew and from the curse
