Nightmare’s Prophet came to me in liquid, lies ,and entropy
His backwards whispers of blue skinned whores
belching blood on a chess-board floor
The quick phase harlequinn and the faceless mage
led me down to twilight’s grave
Where twisted branches grasped the gloom
above empty thrones in crypted rooms
On pallid steed he takes my sight
This blind dead prophet of the Night!
Behold the malefactor!