Behold these words I am about say, as they might be the last you encounter.

I came about in the sixty-fourth year on the second of Isenia. In the dark, in the mist. I called out for help, but noone replied. Again I cried out, and again there was no answer. It was then and there that I realized I was to be alone, Forever.

I began to drift across the land. In the dark, in the mist. It was then that I found my place, my home in the Shadows. Twas the City known as Nineveh. The epicentre of evil in the land.

I came across a group of people, hidden within Nineveh's walls. In the dark, in the mist. As I spent more time with the people I began to learn their ways, their customs.

Shortly thereafter I found myself in the Abyss, being ordered to step forward and be recognized. In the dark, In the mist. I did as I was told and was asked if I would serve Him, the Dark one, Lord Ashalon, for all my days. I shouted out "I will, and I will lead the army of Darkness...someday."

A few years later, I became the leader of the hidden people at the age of 24. I was also awarded the high rank of "Elder" within Nineveh at the age of 25. But little did I know I was in for a rough ride ahead.

The leader of the hidden ones returned, and I gave her a home back amongst us. In the dark, in the mist. I soon lost my leadership, giving in to the pleas of a woman. And I found myself wandering the streets once more.

Then I heard a voice, calling to me. In the dark, in the mist. The voice was that of my brother Azrael, offering me a new way with him. I accepted, and I was home.

I am here, waiting, creeping...In the dark, in the mist. Waiting for you to pass...

(Written by Bezuleth's player)

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