I would wine and dine with your thousands of hands and hundreds of eyes on their agony
Live and die with me in my misanthropy
Leave the world, the cavity of its chest weeping,
I will be there, while here I am sleeping
In a place where I feel like dreaming
In a place where I feel like feasting
In a place where I feel like keeping
Your hands to myself

In my cell of a spirit here I seethe
At everything they did, to you, to me
I think of burning them alive, of using knives
One day they'll writhe
And we'll writhe
And you know what that word means to me

Don your ashen wings and rise with me
Into heaven, transcendence, ascendancy
Beyond this earth and sky and sea
We will slay and lay a feast

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Chronos, in the year 949 AF.