"Verdum is burned while alive
To serve as your archetype
Of man who denounces Heaven
And worships the night"

"As the sun goes down, I salivate
Nocturnal, my new mental state"

In the darkest spire of the darkest tower
Resides a miscreant bereft of power
Burgot, the murderer, those children scoured
Ordained in solitude for lasting hours
An obligation signed in blood
To serve the leader of the damned
In exchange for his sanity
He’s granted safeguard of his lamb
"Now, Burgot, you must strip yourself of dress
And pour over yourself this grand ointment"

I approach this lycanthrope
As the moon is absolute

He lunged at me with feral teeth
8 feet - Lord, what a beast
He lodged his claws 4 inches deep
Subcutaneous tissue bleeds
But what lies inside my sheath
Will be immunity
I impale the creature’s meat
Collecting sovereignty