a perfect climax. empty words and feeble souls fined in unholy lore. those to be avenged
dormant in their graves. a dismal horizon of vigilance. sworn to stillness. obscured by intentful shadows. a cell for all to view with pleasure. the end is before our eyes. lay down your lives
today is a good day to die. today is a good day to die. almighty archaic exalted one
hear my invoking of power. accept my body through your marvelous gates. devour the essence of light. our vengeance has risen
unburied from shallow graves. our rage is infinite. crushed by the weight of lust he fails to perceive the truth directly before his eyes. too daft and obsessed with fortune
dismissing internal cries. i'll never forget it
the day they came. i remember it like it was yesterday. i still see my family. i still them petrified under that light. that purple glow you see right before they. i wonder what it would've been like if i were older
if i truly understood then what was actually happening around me
maybe i could've saved them. maybe i could've stopped all of this from happening. maybe things would've been different. i don't know. twenty seven years later
and here we still are. still clinging to life
still desperately running away. and you know what? it just gets worse
and it will continue to get worse if we don't make a difference here
today. although we can save the rest of them
nothing will ever be the same. nothing will ever be the same. i have lost all i had
everything i am. everything that once was
now a shadow on the ground
a memory that couldn't be anything more than sorrow and fury. i'll never see home again
never comfort my wife as she mourns
and i'll never hear the cries of my firstborn son. how can i possibly continue on?
if victory is achieved
as order restores life will permit me to take who i love and grasp them tight
for i will return home and finish this fight. the vessel of infinite lies
devouring the essence of light. lurking in the shadows
luck and wisdom coincide. pernicious
dangerous
detrimental
a malevolent
sinister mortal stabbing the miscreant. the tartarus impalement. ready for war
standing before
the impending end of all things to come. your grisly structure compliments the cold heart forged between your black lungs. repent
or revel in your dying art as i force your copse into the ground. taking our lives. immune to pain. breaking our bones. bludgeoned to death. suddenly a weakness appears. the brute is stabbed through the back. the duel of enemies ceases as tartarus falls down to his knees. impaled. the defilement of hierarchs silenced by the world