I am the seer in the dark,
the vagabond of yore,
I am the sum of all your parts,
and proprietor of all.
blackmonger of Inlé,
my form now vivid,
as torpor sets and blood grows tepid.
With every ounce of flesh now offered,
I hold your corpse within my coffers.
Knitted cells now split asunder,
stand alongside me brother.
Take your place amongst my Owsla,
we march at dawn now and forever.