When bridges still aflame from yesterday melt away the joy of the night,
like hanging icicles in direct morning sun.
As the bitter cold touch of winters whipping wind rips the grip of warmth from the skin's porous clutches.
Now the past decimates the present imprisoning perspective forecasting feverish lows and horrendous highs.
Now all Bear witness to the compulsion of destruction comprising of nothing but hate, comprised of only the chronic yearn to escape the terror of yesterday.
I Diablo arrive, bursting out of darkness once hidden far from light. Now separated by thin layer of ice I bring my great wrath upon thy life. And surely you will perish among the degenerates of the day, and remain as forgotten as one single grain of dirt on the frozen tundra of destiny.