Tekst:
Mortiis The Writings Of Mortiis

I saw the constellation of the spider... One thousand sparkling stars. I felt the darkness sink upon me, into me... As a cloud of everlasting sleep.

Here standeth I. Mighty and unbreakable. My shadow is the darkness, of this land. All folk fear me... My windows are few... Shining with the power, of

Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground. I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound... A village old, pillaged and raped, houses rotten or burnt