Although I can't see, I cover my eyes.
    The land of spirits is mine: The land of what was, and what shall be.
    Lady Jesus guides my steps, though I know the path well.
    Triumvirate forces do battle within me.
    I must look not to the living, lest I lose the dead forever.

    Although I can't hear, I cover my ears.
    The land of dreams is mine: The land of fear, the land of hope.
    Lady Jesus whispers to me, though I've memorized the words.
    Fire, fear, and pain comprise my solace.
    I must listen not to preachers, lest I lose the word of God.

    There's no rejoice in life, I revel in death.
    The land of demons is mine: the land of haunting, of unwanted remembrance.
    Lady Jesus spills the blood, though my fingers seal the coffin.
    Chaos, hatred, and entropy stir the world around me.
    I must listen not to devils, lest my hell become ice-cold.

    Walker of Paths, Morat the Black [CHAOS CT] '93