Gloodgate

I gaze into the mirror. A gateway to dimensions beyond
The unearthly presence around me, sharp as the flashing blade in my hand
The poison of life is set running. A trail of red on my pale damaged skin
Shredding and shedding the holy girt. I bless this site with the grace of my death
Nemo liber est, quf corport servit. Flying flesh and gushing gore
A terror inferno triggered at once. I witness the furious madness released
Exalted tormentor -- believers reward
A hideous grin is the last thing I glimpse of myself