Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the
  silent shadows. As the sky goes from dark to black ice cold whispers
  burns my skin. From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto
  me... grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow. A moon, a
  bloodred full moonlights my black hearts night. Lightning cracks the
  sky and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms
  arise. Burning flames catch my eyes... Purgatory. Into the shadows so
  dark I hear the choirs of evil, a "joy" in blasphemy beyond my darkest
  fantasies. The Gate is open... Into the silent shadows I crawl, upon
  the throne so cold, atmosphere of melancholy. I will forever
  burn... Into the silent shadows.