The day is crushed, it blended with the night

There’s deathly chaos and the whirlpools surge.

The soul-destroyers force their way inside

Of living bodies, much like Demiurge.

 

A spirit-catcher, full of lies and guile,

He bought your liberty with gifts of vice and sin.

Your soul was fractured then, — and in the wild,

You had obtained your feral, beastly grin.

 

As Day continued moaning, you seemed pleased.

Hail utter darkness! Daylight is deceased!