Hooded Menace / Ilsa Split 1. Hooded Menace - Catacombs of the Graceless Fear frozen in the dead eyes Life has drained from the veins The hanging woman bothering minds There is more to it than they know Gravedigger with a deranged mind in love with the dead Wicked widow calling spirits The doctor reanimates the deceased Black magic, morbid desires Mad science so vile Macabre mystery A crypt full of horrors The mansion will fall In chaos and misery The loon is roaming the catacombs For cadavers, fresh and old Violent decapitation As an undead he is to meet soon Evil begets evil Black magic, morbid desires Mad science so vile Macabre mystery A crypt full of horrors The mansion will fall In chaos and misery Catacombs of the Graceless Catacombs of the Graceless 2. Ilsa - Titan Arum Uprooted, utterly lost without guidance to search through these halls of long abandon. To search. Search to reclaim what is lost. Powers gone, all strengths depleted. Abandoned, is selfish optimism. Abandoned for today, it does not return. Alone, Alone and this is how it shall always be, in the midst of comrades or adversaries, I speak for none but myself. I speak to none but myself: “In foreign tongues, speak softly. For there is no value in empty arrogance, or presentiment of friendship.” No reminder needed, newfound direction heeded. Solitude, in happiness or despair. The seclusion of farthest, menacing halls, weep for nothing but dignity, grief for little more than the vapidity of mortal desire. Solitude, in happiness or despair. Seek no other to uphold thy pillars. Titan Arum, Blossom of Gore. I am the Titan, Master of War.