Aurora birth, repulsive, horrid, bloody,
Cradle of moss, moist with rain and red.
Fog would leave his newborn, naked body,
Blood would lead the wolves right to his bed.
Formed into a man by mist, by shadows,
Castigated by the darkest night.
Hungry wild cats, nightowls, vicious crows,
All are teachers, bravery and fright.
Raised to be the master of the wild,
Raised to be the Lord and the Collector.
The frightened, shrieking, godforsaken child
Became a meld of terror and protector.
Gaze into his evil, darkened life,
Watch the cruelty, behold his eyes!
In his judgment; scandals, filth and strife,
In his story; truth and scabrous lies.
Light will run for silent, gloomy darkness.
In the cold of moonlight all is pale.
Man will turn to dust in final chapters.
Night will close the horrifying tale.
(music & lyrics by Tulus)