Death came creeping,
The demons came creeping,
Right up onto my door
Yet still i remained sleeping.
And everyone i knew,
was slaughtered by them,
they where slit by the throat,
and hung unto ropes,
and tortured upon the racks,
and on the walls their lay pentagrams,
written in their blood
and yet still i lay sleeping,
when death came creeping to my door

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 325 AF.