Benehcat

I am the one who lies down on the shadows of the dead trees of the field. Whoever crosses the corner of the wolves and rots all forms of life wherever he goes. He who does not come out of your mind, your body gets sick, it kills your spirit, sings and dances on the thorns, destroy your enemies and kill the thirst with the blood of my drawn to this exotic beauty and power exhibited by demented and dark eyes. The one who bows to the dark, flying full moon and eat your heart. One need only touch me to feel death invade you, you weaken and eventually you die. Morbid, beautiful and seductive, I am the fallen angel. The god of blood.