How can I take offense ov Nature herself, when she has nurtured such an evil as I...those ignorant mortals call me a villain, for this deep love I share of her. Today, I come to her and open her wrist, and she pours her blessings and I take my full. This day shall I earn my horns...I am her avenger...what blessings she bestow upon me...that hard and beautiful diamond sword...see how it glistens...I am Ayana's avenger. Let the blood pour all over me, let the blood pour all over her; drunk from the blood ov those damnit saints, drunk from the blood of those corrupted heroes, and drunk from the blood ov a sorry romance. Bleed all over me your delicious life, oh scarlet mother ov the deepest abyss; give me a wine as dark as blood, oh scarlet mother ov the deepest abyss. Her horns are full and the whole world seems dull; do not they pierce the heavens with a sharp criticism...blood all over me, blood all over her, blood all over us. I cannot thirst no more.
