here they lay within our arms. caressing this darkest purge. honing the darkness pure, bleeding the nether free... under
earthen stone, she of cloak and crown, she of blackened steel...blessed be unto her. her soul, the naked blade; the color
darkest lochs. her temperance, the hilt forged from silver winters. time is but a breath. age thus comes and goes. a
mortal coil; you and yours, mortal man. embrace her immortality. the nether three, nocturne sisters. they are the
circle, the meeting point to the end.