About

Evil is in the coat I wear it is the darkness of your hair the murder perched upon a bough that took to wing without a sound.

It's when grey skies beat out the blue drifting through a cloud with you where every leaf is a lightning rod thus destined to compose the sod

Ich bin die Finsternis, die das Licht zerstören wird

Darkness wears a crown of thorns he dines on wine and ears of corn his is the verse the wind does sing to his boots does nighttimes cling.

His are the fruits grown on the trees of lust, of patience, of secrecy his is the sword of decay in life the bladed edge of the carving knife.

Das ganze Leben, alle Treibnetzfischdampfer sacrum dem dunklen König

General
-Solitude is a gift. Like a disease, it is spread. Do not fear it; it is your long time friend. You scream for it during those lonely cold nights.

Fight
I do not ever accept a fight, if you interest me then i will come to you and fight you, dont ever come to me and ask for me to fight you, i will simply give you the anwser i give everyone else, no.