As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Marfa
and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise…
Into the night I wander, like many nights before,
and like in my dreams, but centuries ago.

[Samoth]

Some original poetry submitted in response to the ID Music vs. Rockpile Inna Halloween Style blasphemous metal broadcast from 10/30/2014 (via MarfaList)