I draw upon power
The power of the undead
To give me this strength

I wreathed my hand
Wreathed it in crackling energy
As black as my soul

Diabolical
The way I must have had laughed
As I ran it down

Down through your own chest
Splitting it open with my touch
Ripping apart all

Everything now
Inside you, Maximum pain
I watch your agony

Through your sternum now
To your death, pinning you down
As a warning for all


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 523 AF.