Upon the witching hour under a blood
red full moon, in the musty depths of
a smoky, candlelit crypt encircled by
bloody pentagrams, Morloch performed
his unholy, bloody sacrifices upon the
great ivory alter to appease his evil
master, and gain the dark favor of the
devil.
Donavon Scott Vinson
From the great chasm in the dark depths
of my fiery prison I hurriedly raced
trying to escape the burning fury of
fiendish torture behind the flaming
gates of Hell.
Donavon Scott Vinson
Upon a dark and stormy night on the unhallowed
grounds of the ancient ruins I stand entranced
chanting mysterious spells in praise of the evil
one and spill the innocent blood of virgins upon
the stony alter in homage to my fiendish king.
Donavon Scott Vinson
