Sanguine, My Sibling
Stay in shadows
Hide your feet in blood if it may be
Sleep in silence
Bathe your skin in darkness
Fated meeting
Deliver unto me your hidden thoughts
With Intention
Your wicked intentions...
THE NIGHT MOTHER GUARDIAN OF THE WICKED SOULS OF MAN!
BEARER TO THE CHILDREN OF SITHIS!
Heart to health, heed the prayers of the sun in which will
Cast down the means for our embrace, leave your secrets at the door
Enter slowly
Remember who you represent
Open your eyes and see the world as it is
Open your mind and see that life is a thing to be given, and taken
Open your heart and know that there is only Sithis
nothing could ever compare to the truth in the depths of the void
none gaze and return, nor men or mer both, though all will visit for they are sheep,
simple animals, all to be his at his choosing or others choosing
SO SWEET MOTHER SWEET MOTHER
SEND YOUR CHILD UNTO ME
FOR THE SINS OF THE UNWORTHY
MUST BE BAPTIZED IN BLOOD AND FEAR!
SCREAM THIS CHANT AS YOU SUMMON THE SILENCE TO YOUR SIDE!
KNOW!
IT'S NOT WHAT IS INSIDE!
FEAR ME AS I AM!
Silence! deafening silence! in my head in my head in my head. it is the silence of
death, the silence of the void. seeping into me through the mother. the silence is
hatred. the silence is rage. the silence is love.
I took a stroll and spied a maid, but matrons duty stayed my blade
So busy now I miss the thrill if only I had time to kill.
(contains excerpts from both the Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion and the Elder Scrolls V Skyrim. both are the property of Bethesda Corporation. I'm paying tribute to them, and my array of words are not all the works of Bethesda corporation, but to pay my full respect due, I had to use several phrases.)
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