A vial is shattered in anguish the blood cherished in the glass Shall run free once again Like years ago in the veins of a cursed Emperor Standing aghast by the rebirth the blood runs on the seams Soul expurgated by the spell of the immense worship to the dark one Once feared mark of Satan engraved solely to the chest of the devotee a dying memory of a shadow order now sown again as a seen for a new temple