By thine uncaring gaze ignore the winter weeping. Dreading.
By thine unspoken word observe the venom seeping. Spreading.
By thine unmoving hand command the widow's reaping. Shredding.
Blaze bright, our pyre.
Think you the cries you tried to drown would not swell up to drown you?
You washed with blood your bloodied hands, think you it has not stained you?
You gained but loss upon this path, what else has hatred earned you?
Dig deep, our tomb.
So take your blighting, leprous touch, and watch your sins ignite it.
And tear your noxious, baneful tongue, and feed it to the ravens.
And carve your spiteful, fatal eyes, and crawl the path to ruin.
Kill yourself.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
[Special thanks to Syaven]
