LIFE IS A FLEETING SHADOW THAT DANCES ACROSS FORGOTTEN FIELDS ONLY TO BE LOST AT TWILIGHT WICKED IS THE GREAT NIGHT THAT FOLLOWS IT IS THE SIRE OF ABHORRENCE ITS CRUELTY KNOWS NO BOUNDARY, NO END WISDOM LET IT GUIDE YOUR WEARY FORM THROUGH THE GLOOM OF NIGHT SO YOU MAY SING YOUR DEATH SONG AND DIE LIKE A HERO GOING HOME