The night my mistress,the darkness my friend. The three moons my working light, the knife my tome.
Blood my water, flesh my meat, crucified, sanctified, the target, death my heat.
The larl-howls my music, the stars my companions.
Trust is my sword, shadows my home, the task my god, the black gold my priest, abandoned streets my church and silence, my final feast.
Thus goes by my night of which I ponder at day my spotless hands bloodied by ghosts.
I am Brat.