Euronymous Grishnackh

The skull has had a place in the history of art since the earliest dawning of human expression, as a reminder to appreciate the gift of life.

I can’t bear the silent ringing in my skull. When you see me smash somebody’s skull, you enjoy it.

Nosferatu, the undead. He drinks his victims' blood and turns them into ghosts of the night. He is like a shadow and has no reflection in mirrors. When night falls, he sallies forth in search of prey through outer and inner walls and doors. He floats in the shape of a bat into in the rooms of sleepers; as a black wolf he pursues those who attempt to flee. When he comes, all hope is lost...