This is the story I will tell you. It's happenned long before I was born.
When the ancient rider Zordrak met the dark goddess of war Nayanna.
Amidst the lurid black forest of Carpathia. Hearken! And observe how.
Calmly I can tell you the whole story interpreted by the mouth of Zordrak
himself.

It was about dusk.
One evening during the supreme madness.
The church bells mournfully chimed.
As I rode under the cloak of darkness.
The last echoes of the last chime.
Had utterly sunk into silence.
Perhaps I fell into a profound slumber.
As I entered the deep forest.

The trees were black against the evening sky.
And the blackness of these sombre trees appal.
The sun disappeared slowly beyond the horizon.
And the moon rose in all its glory.
With fire in my heart.
Amid the shadows of the trees.
I was dazzled by the amber light.
Of the eeriness and magic enigma.

At the dead hour of the night.
Amid the dreadful silence.
I've seen a strange form in the dark.
Formidable but exceedingly grand.
She looked like Venus approaching me.
She had stalked with her black shadow before me.
And enveloped me with an ethereal mystery.
It was the mournful influence.
Of the unperceived shadow that caused me to feel.
Although I neither saw nor heard as she came.

Nayanna... come to me, approach me.
Nayanna... speak to me, touch me.

"Come, come with me". "Whither, oh my goddess".
"To your dreams, to your mind, where you can find your greatest power,
come with me, I can show you the way of immortality".

I fastened my eyes upon her face.
She was the maiden of rarest beauty.
The blood was her avatar and it makes me insane.
Angelically beautiful with emerald eyes.
Her long black hair billowed out in the breeze.
An aura of mystery surrounded her.
And this flawless beauty enthralled me evermore.

Is it an incarnate nightmare incumbent eternally upon my heart?

In the inmost corners of heart heart.
She has forsworn all her delights.
Her eyes flashed fire as the shadows of the flicker of the candle.
No gaiety upon her face, the smile gave way to sorrow.

The tears glistenned within her eyes.
And an insatiable desire for blood as well.
She turned away so that I shouldn't see her tears.
Than she looked at me for the very last time.
And in the nocturnal silence she calmly evaporated.

Is it an incarnate nightmare incumbent eternally upon my heart?