not only does it bear a tale, or rather the weight of it, but even more
the words i uttered while inside
chants of the exiled sirens echoing
spilled on the ground is the blood of my enemies
the chorus of pain was sung by ghouls
slaying their necks left and right
drums beating on the sidelines of the twisted corridor
thursting my spear on their rear ends
thriving to bestow my mercy upon my disciples
from another world they came to hear the word
my word, the blasphemy they sought was the retribution they wished on their masters
hell was made for gods to perish in
chain the gods and make them submit to their creations
now is the day now is the time to destroy what once was believed to be eternal
chaos reigns
FadingEther 