by Nick Gisburne
Blessed are the dark, immortal dead.
Blessed is the wicked, weeping night.
Blessed is the blood we serve to shed.
Blessed, we who strip the world of light.
Blessed is the architect of pain.
Blessed, every nightmare He has made.
Blessed be the glory of His reign.
Blessed, He, our Lord, our shield, our shade.
Blessed is the chaos He controls.
Blessed evil, source of every sin.
Blessed are the blinded, broken souls.
Blessed is the searing of their skin.
Nothing will be given to the meek.
Blessed, blazing death rewards the weak.
