....The shadow descended upon us all, the dread of our Lord like a chilling salve upon our skins. His voice, it rumbled forth like Death and lingered in the mind. "Sing for me, my children dark, and see what favors I bestow upon those wicked minds and tongues whose voices please me most." No mere command had fallen from his lips as black as sin, for t'was the pleasure of his desire that would fill us from within the very depths of the places once occupied by the things you know as souls.
"I," said I, "will sing so that the very walls of Hell will ache and wish to join the dead. Let their sorrow be my joy."
"And I" said he, his talons gleaming, "bring the shadows on my back, and lace my words with wings of night. The blackest souls sigh 'No other voice can poison hearts and torture wicked minds, yet still be so sublime a sound.' The Devil will be proud."
And so the song rose from our lips and hovered through tent and midway game, to bring the listeners to their knees with agony, fear, and and the sharp pangs of desire....
"I," said I, "will sing so that the very walls of Hell will ache and wish to join the dead. Let their sorrow be my joy."
"And I" said he, his talons gleaming, "bring the shadows on my back, and lace my words with wings of night. The blackest souls sigh 'No other voice can poison hearts and torture wicked minds, yet still be so sublime a sound.' The Devil will be proud."
And so the song rose from our lips and hovered through tent and midway game, to bring the listeners to their knees with agony, fear, and and the sharp pangs of desire....
