Apostles of the Dark One slink heavily
into my thoughts.
Echoing my fears, they torment me,
screaming into my very core.
Pure hatred rages through my blood,
sickening me yet bringing pleasure
and vitality.
They chose me.

Now my onyx eyes glint narrowly in
the darkness, hunting.
It's my turn, my chance of redemption
and He will reward.
All the sins of the world will be mine
and i will own them well.
I chose Him.