The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Dedicated to the memory and legacy of Lord Euronymous



It has been known through-out history that those who choose a path of



Solitude, compared to the normality of average American democracy,



Are often shunned by outside society and are referred to as “Hermits.”



I, Oystein Per Urhseth, am not as such. I dwell in the dreary forests of Osk,



Approximately 30 kilometers from Bergen in Norway.



In contempt I live, bothered by none. I once lived in America,



in Baltimore actually, however I soon discovered that my birthplace,



these forests of Osk, in all their barren and haunting loneliness, I preferred



over the terrifyingly idiotic Americans and there dream of greed and



money. I am a son of northern darkness and in these woods I claim mine,



I precede to the old ways of the Vikings.



Disease does not plague me, for it is not here. People do not anger me,



For they are not here. The government does not molest me,



For there is no such ruling of the sort. Every morn and every evening I



Walk through the woods. Often I am accompanied by the souls of the



Dead, who have lost their way in the forests, or fallen off of the cliffs of



Tidiende.



I however, do not lose my way. The Spirits take great care to make sure I



Do not repeat the abominable mistake they made when they were full of



Life and glee.



People, mass numbers of them, do not interest me. I possess all I require



Inside my mind, constantly fueling the train of thought which



Keeps me from going insane. My wooden cabin suits me just fine



And I read literature of the highest sort to pass the time, ever so apathetic.



Joseph Glanville, Soren Kierekegaard, H.P. Lovecraft, all of which have



Created a distinguishable thirst for knowledge inside of me, burning hotter



every passing minute.



Society, as large as it is, resembles a never-ending sea of pestilence and



Stupidity, growing larger every passing second. They say every passing



Second a person is born, I shall see to it that death replaces



Life. For as the great Vikings once terrorized and bludgeoned Europe,



I too shall strike the essence of fear into the new world. Christianity is an utter



Maelstrom of doom, for which I must extinguish. Using taboos, I will



Free the world from a certainly hideous catastrophe! I will rid the world



Of this Jewish dream and the heathens shall once again rule Scandinavia



For the rest of existence. But, alas, I cannot act upon my desires. For my nemesis’s



Numbers are great. So, the forest is what I dream in and of upon. These woods,



These maze’s of Earth are my churches and here, until the time is right, I shalt dwell



In my abysmal dream of the future. For my literature is one of my



Greatest weapons of war, and with it I shall act upon my fantasy! I remember the



Future. I will create the past. And on the morrow humanity shant forget, for the sun



Shall not rise.

How could this ever be?

Each pulse is repellent

And I am draining into

The spiteful earth

Explain to me

As we watch the climate change

My blood runs cold

Like thoughts through my mind

Something is coming

But everyone is talking

Too much to know

It’s arrival is unannounced

And it will wash away most

Fret for everything you own

But know when it comes

All your material possessions

Will spiral away in the maelstrom

My suggestion:

Learn to swim.