What a wonderful horrific night this was
For the old one Aza'timohgo was out to play tonight
Snatching souls to feed the maker
The insignificance of life
Past, Present, future it's all one to him
For he is the soul collector
An entity to feed them
For he's the gatekeeper
Who reals over all of time
His job is to feed his makers 
But he is not higher than a Little Crow