Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/The Beast Inside Me
Erik stepped into the small temple in Avamar. The Judge was naked, covered only with the blood of sacrifice. He carried the Sacred Sword. The scratches on his skin were igneous ones. Those were the marks of the Goddess. His eyes shone with the insanity of a wise man.
There's no forgiveness for their sins
Prefers punishment?
Would you suffer eternally
Or internally?
The Goddess ruled him. He saw through her eyes. He spoke with her voice. He was a God-Man full of pain. Full of madness.
Erik Eyolf: "I am here to burn the Creation! I am here to burn! Give me your souls! Give me your energy. Give me your power! The Great Judge of Sirion is here! The almighty Margrave of Trinbar! The best son of Elune! The greatest warrior this realm has ever seen! And I am here to claim your souls!"
Italic text I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...
Madness. Powerful madness. Raving madness. He kicked and made the pyres spreads blazing oil on the sacred ground. He crossed the fire. He chose the priestesses. Women who accept him because the Goddess possessed him at that time. He sang:
Around the pyre, a circle of thirteen
Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams
I look deeply into your eyes
I smell your hair, caress your thighs
Now we'll make love by fire light
A blaze so high, it lights the night
Long fingernails dug in my skin
Yourself so wet invites me in
Be my druidess
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine
And they sang:
It is your moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Goddess may I know You're there!
Come cast your spell on me!
Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth Will you leave me with your taste?
Madness. Igneous madness. Madness, moaning and scratching. Pleasant madness. Sexual madness. Powerful madness.
Fall fires burn 'neath
Black twisted boughs
Sacrifice to above
Smoke swirling quickly
Towards misting clouds
Offering of this blood
Into the flames
And without shame
Consumed with howls
And screams
Cruel be the wind
As it quells my words
I shout out to the rain
Incantations I so hoped
You've heard
That you live again
From deep Earth
Brings forth rebirth
Sing macabre songs
And we'll dance 'til dawn
High be the price
But then nothing is free
My soul I'll gladly trade
An ancient spell
I know so well
Success is guaranteed
I'll bring you back
From where you've gone!
And after overflowing the temple with his raving and powerful madness, the Judge of Sirion walked out with his retinue of Bacchae. If it was necessary to plunge the world into madness to make them wake up to reason, he would do it. He would restore the Realm of Elune. The realm that has forgotten Her. The realm that belonged to Her. A realm that would burn to reborn stronger. All the power given to him would be used. Unhindered. Because now he was an instrument of the Goddess. He had been touched by Madness. And rightly so, Sirion would burn to reborn. His body was covered in blood. The Sacred Sword was in his hand. No one would stop him.
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood on the rise, it's following me
