Into the far reaches of. The Atlantic Empires. . The continent of brutes. Possessed a class of servants. A pattern soon modified. And enhanced by their masters.
From a deep forest beyond the Alps. Into Gaul then Italy they leave their mark. The shouting savage people have no fear of death. Hordes of warriors launched from the mysterious woods.
Attempts of intimidation. Insults digested. If killing cannot surmise. Let him be tormented. . Gods of war gaze on as he dies. Spawning flames while receiving his cries.
Subversion of the wild and. Wicked ways of the untamed. Legendary providence of breeding warriors. Chests bedecked in metals. Looted from savage lands.
Below cavernous dwellings. Rodents breed. The heirs to secrecy. And deceit. Upon their countenance dwelling. Mark of Cain. The wrath that their lineage bears.
Union of noble blood. Silent troops that charge. Forwards to die. Countless await their fate. Charge into cities of ruin and death. Sacred flesh, martyred deed.
Charging forth through endless battles, bravely ahead. Overtop of enemy lines and into the fire. Choking clouds of mustard gas, sears their eyes. We march through the endless fray, to victory or death.
Burying swords into emaciated ribs. Tired naked souls. Could no longer walk. Exotic filthy mongrel dogs. Fettered to failure. By a flawed genome. . With laziness indelible and inherent.
The cloaked loyalists launch a raid. To stem the tides of the uncontrollable plagues. The righteous and holy, detest our objectives. The guillotine's blade left them headless.
Upon these vile remains of Christ. I hold the lance that pierced the fool. His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies. Recite nine times the antique rite.
Eternal search for pleasure. Target of the hunt is received. Contracting hallucinations. Concept of chronology is lost. . Paranoia is haunting. Sonic whispers criticize.
As the iron cross melts deep. Unto the flesh of the boy. Arcane stench of burning skin. Arouses the phallic demands. . Barefoot beggar, son of Mary. Another pest nailed to the cross.
Experimental stage. From perverted science. Leads unto the throne of man. Primal killing rage. . Costly decadence. From objective science. Cause to tip from equipoise.
The sword holds memories. The clash of armored men. Lands which bred bravery. Strange ways to entice them. . Arsenal of glory. Unconquered soldiery. .
Telephone ringing at your home again. Give them. your donation. You do. the best you can. . These motherfuckers. Get you in their game, playing with your prayers.
I decide to write. letters. to my masters on the wall. My life is so empty. And now I will learn how to manipulate human souls. . Increase my isolation.