Dim Hunting Records

In dark times, I was born bearing evil in my bones; alone, I stand apart. Evil and filth sweep across a thousand miles, but only I rise as king and walk the world. No matter how much is left unresolved, the will of heaven steadily turns toward the demonic path.

Good and evil are forever distinct, and I eventually leave the number of fates behind. In the clouds, cold-hearted battles rage on. Endless hatred flows like a river, and unless I see my enemy’s blood, I will never stop.