Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night
  comes whirling like a maelstrom. Warring waves of crackling clouds
  embrace this nightside landscape. The heavens bleed, through open
  wounds, the dim light of the moon. The winds are crying mournfully and
  tears fly with the gusts. They whip my clenched faces freezing skin
  with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long I have sufferred the desert sands
  of time. But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign. My soul
  will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life, to fly into the
  mist of night, into the nightside eclipse, and experience existence on
  the other side. As a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract the
  reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. Growing circles of grief
  and pain slides across the land as an ome of the horror yet to
  come. The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons breed in my
  infernal, sinking soul. Ans as I reach the surface once again these
  powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky majesty.