From the dark corners of the earth, from my dwelling in darkness, from judging eyes, and hurtfull words, I come to this filthy world to burn my tormentors in flame of my hate. One day, everyone will kneel to me. One day, I will be the one who will yell, from mountain of corpses. I will yell to the Gods, and they will listen.
I will yell: "Gods of the seas, lords of the underworld, guardians of Agartha, kings of Abzu - Hear my call! Nāmaka, Yam, Balisamo, Mazu, Agwe, Daucina, Ahti, Tlaloc, Charon, Scylla, Cthulhu! Watchmans of telluric currents, dark psychopomps, chthonic sirens! Give a light to your faithfull servant, and guide him on the calm tides!
But first, listen to my voice, and I will guide you to your beloved garden of shadows. To calm and the quiet. In my embrace you will find a relief from your past, and I will protect you from your nightmares. Come my little children, let me be your guide in this wicked world.