Letra de Sator Discordiae

As twilight befalls this never ending day, it tints the horizon into an adumbrating red. It seems to reflect my severe wounds but I respire within a cold breeze. I invoke the icy winds to sweep upon my desecrated countenance. They shall be the remedy from northern domains to re-engender the estimation which I once held. Their irascibleness should spill forth the envy in my veins and their unsulled hands should disperse the germ of the ergot into the furrowed soil. There should be bred the discord which would be spread like a wildfire.