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Sighting the chariots spreading their tales. A storm of fire taking land after land. Evoking a scenery of a joyful death. A skyline swallowed by the inferno?s breath.
Beyond the horrizon. A frightened nightmare begins. The ultimate agony. Dimension of sin. Gateway to Death. Realm of darkness. Empire of chaos. Engulfed madness.
Hordes of disgust. Hungrs, hasty, roaming at night. Red eyes leering. Apparitions of the darkest kind. Heinous rodents. The past of the modern. agglomeration.
Destitute of concealment for ages. Vestiges, which meant earlier life. Again brought up on an unnatural way. Every stone, every grave, every remain,. Obtained with memories.
The birth of life. A preternatural wedding. Between body and soul. The oath, we all have taken. Perilous to forget. Till death do us part. . Cherishing each other.
Stench of Death welcomes. you. In a crypt of agony. Dwelling in morbid thoughts. Awake, forgotton misery. Crawling maggots paradise. Rats consuming flesh.