Wings stir the sunlit dust of the cathedral in which the Past is buried to its chin in marble.
Tru e deepest tainted island where the reincarnation of Mother and Father;
Being brought to this beloved black world from an ash that incinerate the coldest obituatries.
Reviving crucified lost innocent soul to live for a space of the hatebreed.
May luv & sinful knowledge guide us to the underworld...amen..
Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare Fearing all the mediocrity that they possess Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might Reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours..
Lest thou hast not made sacrifies to thine watcher in the space of one moon. - Apotamkin(The Cold Ones )
