Round these parts they still burn witches.

Those that say they aren’t scared of the dark, they’ve never been truly trapped in it.

And the pale rider looked at me and knew that I was Death

They will remove the tongues of women who speak

Even Angels Fall, That Does Not Make Them Human

If my Gran taught me anything it’s that earthquakes are just god farts

Seconds after the kill
And I’m at peace
If I close my eyes
I might just sleep

I am a diseased god

There’s nothing funny about the dark and yet I laugh.

To weather a storm
You must not think of what it has taken from you
Until it has passed