Enter this most hallowed place Tainted with nightmares and crimson tales The story of a family and a doctor who transcended death MONSTER KILLER SCULPTOR BUTCHER Human flesh turned to eldritch art for the old gods' transfiguration "I have done it! I have found a way to keep them all from dying. My wife, my child, they will never know the pain of death and transcend the human form. They will become something so much greater than themselves, and I will be known as the greatest medical mind of my time. I must begin work immediately" RIPPING FLESH AND CRACKING BONE MY CREATIONS, BEAUTIFULLY SEWN TRANSFUSION, AMPUTATION, TRANSFIGURATION, I AM THE RESURRECTIONIST Parchment litters a crowded study of terminal diseases and their unfound cures Enfeebled wife, beloved son, fall ill to a curse that hasn't begun Darkness takes dear Dorian Ingram to a world of thoughts and morbid dreams A gate appears before him, and speaks: "COMMUNE WITH US AND SAVE YOUR LOVE" Inside, there are vats filled with formaldehyde and blood There are creatures inside and his blood ran cold when he saw... They were not dead. And the door shuts behind and traps him inside with these horrors untold, no way to survive He looks for a key, and hears the sound of glass shatter Horrified, he finds a way to shield his eyes from the nightmares made flesh that would bring his demise He finds an ancient journal on the ground which describes his hunters RIPPING FLESH AND CRACKING BONE MY CREATIONS BEAUTIFULLY SEWN TRANSFUSION, AMPUTATION, TRANSFIGURATION I AM THE RESURRECTIONIST "I have learned of a crypt in Brasov, Romania said to hold secrets of divine resurrection. I have nowhere else to turn... If this should save Abigail, then it shall be done." RIPPING FLESH AND CRACKING BONE MY CREATIONS, BEAUTIFULLY SEWN TRANSFUSION, AMPUTATION, TRANSFIGURATION I AM THE RESURRECTIONIST

I search through the haunted cold A fortress of shadows lost to the winds This black eldritch crypt that will claim my life A cursed presence finally awakes from its slumber In the dark down below lies wisdom of eldritch gods Oh, they whisper my name In dead tongues arcane, spewing black flame I descend Through haunted crypts of Brasov Through the ice and the snow I find the haunted crypts of Brasov I draw closer to the darkened altar In the center of this grand Mausoleum Guarded by a creature vile and horned Skeletal remains growing ever malformed. ...only in myth should these creatures be borne In the darkest depths of eternal night The blackest pits of the abyss I find The Polyandrium A tongue foul and strange, Ageless and arcane letters on an ancient text bound in stitched ivory leather. Inked in sanguine calligraphy by a hand not angel or devil or man. OH WHAT FOUL MAGICK IS THIS THAT LIES BEFORE ME GODS WITH THE POWER TO COMMAND NATURE HERSELF THE PROFANE BLACK FLAME THAT BURNS MY HANDS WITH A PAIN UNLIKE ANY OTHER IT BURNS IN MY MIND THE MEMORIES OF A THOUSAND LIFETIMES AND THE KNOWLEDGE OF A MAGICK OLDER THAN TIME ITSELF. A PRIMORDIAL FORCE STORED IN BLACK FILLED WITH INSCRIPTIONS OF CREATURES THOUGHT TO BE MYTH THE MINOTAUR THE CHIMERA THE HARPY THE VAMPIRE In these darkened crypts I find the key to life everlasting All waiting in its vampiric home of Brasov A sanguine chapter begins anew as a blackened sky blots out the sun.

I return from the blackened crypts of Brasov To the frozen Carpathian waste, surrounded by endless night A gnawing fear in a fragile mind Abigail, my love I will not let you die Awakening in a pitch black, shifting void Staring into the lidless eye of death No light, no hope, no life A primordial voice heard no more Every word the sound of an empire's last breath A tongue spoken older than time itself ...I'm falling "WE OFFER YOU GIFTS OF KNOWLEDGE FOR YOU ARE OUT OF TIME TOUCH THE BOOK AND BE REBORN THE RESURRECTIONIST" Become the Resurrectionist Perform the work of the formless one With a surgical mind, transfigure the dead Thy will be done "THE POWER TO SAVE THE ONE YOU LOVE LIES FIRMLY IN YOUR GRASP" "I awake in my moonlight chamber, drenched in sweat, unable to rest. What dark arts lie within that cursed book? Gifts of life? Control of death?" My mind, unbidden Drawn to these ancient pages What waits in the night where darkness rages? "The text turns to images, a grand morbid tapestry for gods long forsaken. Hieroglyphs of the blackest arts. Ritual surgery, arcane procedures granting eternal life over the power of death. Exhuming the dead to transfigure the living." I BECOME I COMMIT MYSELF אמהנקמעוהאחזארהזמהדכאמומ טוטגיללוצדפיאללנסחערהבכה התנאבדיתראשהנפצחלטמזהרוש הזהסבבגישספיאכפסרראומנומ בלהדונחדלחזקמניכודעגבבזז דחיגלבבעטגזעאומגמדיהרהמק אידלילחדללוטנאמעירכשפהלכ יענהמהוזרסערבמודוינועבונ דחהגזמעובלעממשהינהחזזהתכ I become the Resurrectionist Transfiguring the human form With a dessicated knife From death is born immortal life Ripping flesh and cracking bone, my creations beautifully sewn.

Mutilated corpses line these idyllic streets Hung up by their entrails as grotesque effigies Of power misplaced, abused, corrupted Their wounds run with clotted blood A gash in the abdomen removes their rotten guts THEY CALL ME BEAST THE MINOTAUR THAT STALKS THE NIGHT A PRIMAL NEED TO CEASE THE SINGING DEEP INSIDE "KILL FOR ME" A THOUSAND VOICES IN MY MIND TO AVENGE MY SNUFFED OUT CANDLELIGHT Calling card of evisceration, abdominal incision, intestinal expulsion A single cut, dissection done by hand Action must be taken to silence this horrid threat Labyrinthine tunnels build ages long ago, an altar built by gods with domain of BLOOD AND BONE Naked on cold stone and drenched with sanguine gore He's chained up like a goat Draped in midnight black and sigils of crimson red Screams of helpless victims heard only by the dead CHAINED LIKE CATTLE SERVE THE CHOIR I grab my bloodstained hammer, crushing the knees with two swift cracks Legs inverted, can't escape my ritual, the night is only just begun. Intestinal removal, heart, lungs, spleen, liver Give me the life I deserve as I traverse Styx river. Knife too slow, won't even cut, I use my mouth as I bite into their guts Slashing, gnawing, biting, feeding, I serve my gods I DO AS TOLD I KILL AT WILL FEED ON THE WEAK I SERVE MY GODS Remove the face A bloody skull eternally screaming Peel the skin, flesh fully exposed My sharpened blade a cut straight up the abdomen Vivisected, eviscerated, I look my victim in the eyes Staring at his beating heart until he finally dies A surgery with a bestial butcher draped in the constables gore Judgment from the hands of Moloch 'Til a FLASH and the smell of gunpowder, he lies dead on the floor "Hello, I am doctor Dorian Ingram, and I would love to study this specimen. We could learn so much from his brain, don't you think?" Where was once a man, now a best emerges A titan of stitched flesh, stapled bone THE MINOTAUR RISES Shattering glass, spilling formaldehyde I confront the man responsible My lips, they move not Replaced by the rotted head of a bull MINOTAUR THE NAME I TAKE AS A VANGUARD OF TORTURE I BECOME THE GOD OF PAIN MY CHOIR THEY SING FOR ME "You have become something that no man has ever experienced. You are my immortal minotaur, and you will serve me as your master." A DOOR OPENS BEFORE ME MY KILLERS, THEY WAIT TO TAKE BACK A CORPSE NOT KNOWING I'LL MAKE THOUSANDS MORE I show no remorse.

Bonesaw and blade Carving a monument of flesh to a deathless god beneath a burning black sun Careful incision brings forth a sanguine font of vampiric life Borne from a corpse so small Fragile, not dead Soon made a titan Bathe in the splendor of my glorious knife! Every cut brings necromantic life A CALL FROM THE DARK BLESSED BE MY ART AS THE WINGS OF THE VULTURE UNFURL A BURNING BLACK SUN LIGHTS THE CORPSES BELOW AS THEY ROT UPON THY THRONE The artist blind to screams from his own kind Naught else passes through the anti-cosmic mind Tiny limbs discarded and tossed aside Somnambular form possession shall save this fated bride Face removed from my firstborn The skin stretched out and dried so the harpy's winds be formed A CALL FROM THE DARK BLESSED BE MY ART AS THE WINGS OF THE DRAGON UNFURL A BURNING BLACK SUN LIGHTS THE CORPSES BELOW AS THEY ROT UPON MY THRONE "I awake in my familiar bed drenched in a frigid, spectral sweat What hell-ensorcerelled dream did I succumb to while my body slept? My wife beside, fearful she’ll breathe her final breath. And my son, should be sleeping soundly in his bed, I open his room with a careful step, cross the threshold and behold a room. Drenched. in RED." Those screams They were my son Oh, how was this done? My dreams taken hold by formless ones who CALL FROM BEYOND What madness have I wrought? Actions beyond any though My work done for naught, For amongst the corpses he rots "First my son, and soon my wife. I must act now before she dies, LET THIS FOUL MAGICK TAKE ITS HOLD. I WILL GRANT US IMMORTAL LIFE"

Writhing dread Haunter of the dark, Gnawing fear of the primal mind Reveals a predator of unnatural kind We, the whispering tongues in the minds of man We, voices of chthonic dark Creator… A voice without time breathes antediluvian life We rise! Not one but all Guardians of these hallowed halls Those who enter hear our call My world turns to dusk Vampiric sun alight Drawing ever closer Voices of the painted night Chimera! A legion fills this malformed husk With a thousand minds A thousand eyes A thousand lives Cursed, a foul aberration of life. Wounds Unhealed Wet with rancid, clotted blood Hands as knives Skinless, stripped to sharpened bone Legs replaced With arms to rival arachnid gods Our eyes see all in the gathering dark Faces stitched together in surgical art Eviscerating victims to our master’s mirth Hastening a final vampiric rebirth We rise Until our decayed flesh rots away And the gods of mankind bleed Our halls run red with master’s wroth Spilling blood as a primal need Chimera! A thousand souls scream in torture! Pile up corpses for the coming kingdom! Guardians of these hallowed halls Those who enter hear our call Chimera! Forever watching in the night Chimera! With a thousand minds A thousand eyes, A thousand lives, We spit upon your gift of life!

“Oh what have I done? Is this the beast that I've become? My dearest Abigail, I promised you life eternal, and so you shall be blessed” A final midnight chapter The heavens writhe with a thunderous dirge For my sweet Abigail An elegy of a sanguine rebirth A hollowed heart once warm now breathes a saddened chill Her lifeless gossamer eyes, stolen of their free will Oh how I once again wished to see the sun upon her face, The corpse is growing cold, I need to act with haste Deathless she becomes Flesh and blood A mother entwined with loving son What have I done? What is this beast your love’s become? Oh what have I done? My cherished wife, beloved son. ABIGAIL! WHERE DO WE GO WHEN YOU'RE SO FAR AWAY I DREAM OF YOUR FACE BUT OUR MEMORIES GROW SO COLD So sweet and pale she reclines in her own deathmask divine A portrait left unfinished, our love lost to the sands of time A whisper in my memory, naught but visions in a troubled mind So on this moonlit winter’s night, I cut into my bride Return and haunt the skies with me, forever by my side A single incision down the spine begins divine rebirth Peeling skin, stripping muscle, she’ll be my finest work The knife, she begs for more My wife, slathered in gore What have I done? I have unearthed my only son. ABIGAIL! COME BACK TO MY ARMS ON LEATHER WINGS YOU WILL ASCEND I WILL NOT LET YOU GO ABIGAIL IT FEELS SO COLD WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME? ABIGAIL! "Your son shall be the wings that raise you from this veiled sleep. Mother and child, together as one. As it is written, my will be done." A crimson sacrifice spread eagled on my altar Back split open, ribs removed, incisions made How delicately my subject lies, she’ll know no earthly demise, A son, cold and pale, lies beside his loving mother Crucified on a table, lifted above any other Removing the arms at the shoulder Tiny bones sawn through Stripping the skin away, Sewn back together in a sheet My son, amputated Skinned, his limbs on the table Spare parts, nothing more "Blood eagled, she lies with wings of stitched ivory leather fused to her spine." Skin grafts, bone replacement, expansion of the ribcage from behind Closing the wound, one more graft is needed Our son will always have his face looking towards the heavens Sewn between the wings he gave for mother’s dark transfiguration ABIGAIL! COME BACK TO MY ARMS ABIGAIL MY ETERNAL HEART ABIGAIL I BECOME THIS GOD OF DEATH FOR YOU NOW RISE NOW RISE NOW RISE RISE RISE NOW RISE "This is the beast your love's become"

"Oh gods of flesh and bone, I submit myself wholly and completely to your power. This is the moment my work is done" Necromantic thoughts turn the world to ash An ancient eldritch curse of midnight black There is no other pain that could leave this sanguine stain Than murders all in vain for love immortal Heavy knocks assault my door, they seek to stop the work I played life's fated game, the stakes always the same Until corpses I did maim to bring life anew "This is no procedure like I have done before, I gladly give my life should they ask for more" Amongst my synthetic family, they assist my transformation The purest form of man, my transfiguration WE KNOW NOW WHAT STANDS BEFORE US THIS HORRID FORCE THAT GIVES US LIFE THE DARKEST OF SHADOWS FORGOTTEN IN TIME RESURRECTION OF THE VAMPIRE VRYKOLAKAS Naked on a steel altar, a vivisected specimen ready for a vile surgery Anesthetic not an option, they cut down my spine Diagrams and parchments adorn my hallowed abattoir A written history of rituals from the servants of the dark They reach inside those slender cuts and place the tools inside Ripping, tearing, freeing from my tender mortal hide Skin torn from muscle My bones, broken, reformed Enveloped in a sickly green sea of light, I can feel my body changing inside My teeth painfully elongate into needles My ribs so far exposed, I question if I feel any pain My hands file to points, merely tools for draining prey And great black wings erupt from my spine "Lords of the polyandral deep! Of the stars and the depths! I am your chosen Resurrectionist. Shape my flesh to be your greatest servant and allow me to rule this plane of mortality, that I may bring glory to your names through my great work." RIPPNG FLESH AND CRACKING BONE MY CREATIONS BEAUTIFULLY SEWN WE KNOW NOW WHAT STANDS BEFORE US THIS HORRID FORCE THAT GIVES US LIFE THE DARKEST OF SHADOWS FORGOTTEN IN TIME RESURRECTION OF THE VAMPIRE THEY KNOW NOT WHAT STANDS BEFORE THEM THIS WINGED BEAST IN THEIR TERRIFIED EYES I ARISE ONCE AGAIN VRYKOLAKAS! "My body now a bloodied study on human anatomy, my teeth painfully elongate into needles, the blood drains from my body, yet I remain sanguine stained. My ribs so far exposed, I question if I feel pain. A thirst wells up in the blackest pits of my soul... Is this the final chapter?" THE VAMPIRE These great black wings erupt from my spine Bringing dawn of eternal night There was no other pain that could leave this sanguine stain Than murders all in vain for Abigail You will not have her again! I AM THE GOD OF DEATH CHILDREN! See the worms writhe and cry as they burn our home Go forth and feed on flesh and blood and bone They believe their god can stop us now Show them what the fuck he sent instead "I see now with vampiric eyes. Teeth as daggers, hands as knives. I see them all lay before me. Where was once friends, countrymen, now a grand feast for those who have been blessed by the polyandral dark. Abigail, this is the beast your love's become" RIPPING FLESH AND CRACKING BONE MY CREATIONS BEAUTIFULLY SEWN TRANSFUSION AMPUTATION I AM THE GIVER OF LIFE, PATRON OF DEATH I AM THE RESURRECTIONIST YOU KNOW NOT WHAT STANDS BEFORE YOU THIS HORRID FORCE THAT GIVES THEM LIFE DARKEST OF SHADOWS FORGOTTEN IN TIME I AWAKE FROM ETERNAL SLUMBER ONCE AGAIN VRYKOLAKAS I WILL TEAR THROUGH ALL YOUR FLESH AND I WILL CRUSH EACH AND EVERY BONE MY CREATIONS, MY CHILDREN BEAUTIFULLY SEWN RIPPING FLESH AND CRACKING BONE MY CREATIONS BEAUTIFULLY SEWN TRANSFUSION AMPUTATION I RISE I DIE RESURRECTIONIST "A home once bright and full of love, now painted with assailants blood. Everything I've done, I've done for you. But at what cost? Abigail, I burn for thee."