| In the dark forest of the dead, a golden crown can be found. Surrounding the alter of annihilation, a blood soaked ground, demons bound, endless fields of souls crowd, watching, waiting for the next king to arise, kill off the worthless, spread the beautiful numbness. The wicked caress of deaths hand, sweeps across the land, as you lye in bed asleep, you can hear the sounds, the screams, the blood freezing horror. Cowards are cremated, the Brave are buried, the blood has turned red, and your neck has been slit. The armies of Evil march, the Armies of Heaven are on guard. this is it, the battle no one can win. Eternally it rages, forever, the blood shall rain, until you fall in combat, you cannot be free. |
