Emotions Of The Blackbeast

My stormwings carrying me towards the Morningstar.
Towards the towers of hatred. Gardening the emotions of
the Blackbeast, I summon them through the Gates of Seven
Scarlet Stars... My countess, my longing, touch this
flickering, swirling mental flame with rememberance. Lick
the GOAT, lick the dead sacrifice. With desire. Taste
the blood, the black burning blood of night's hatred. And
speak - "I'm here". Hear my praise for the moon raising
now... In the winterabyss.