Chriselnenepr, a strange and eerie fellow,
Embraces the chaos and the randomness,
In Necrovion, where shadows lurk,
And death is the only ruler.
He wanders through the land of darkness,
Trespassing where he shouldn't dare,
For death holds no power over him,
And Chriselnenepr's spirit is aware.
Once choked by Marind Bell,
For refusing to play her deadly game,
But death could not hold him down,
For Chriselnenepr's will is not the same.
In Necrovion, he finds his solace,
Amidst the shadows and the decay,
For in the land of death, he feels alive,
And his strange and eerie heart is at play.
So let Chriselnenepr roam,
Through Necrovion's twisted land,
For in death, he's found his home,
And in chaos, he makes his stand.
With every step he takes,
A chill runs down your spine,
For in his presence, death awakens,
And the living are left behind.