The cold reign of darkness. Shadows the infinite shadow. Enlisting blackness to repair the wounds. Which were successfully administered. . By the cruel curse.
Hear me, mortals, hear me, mortals. Or I'll condemn you to that shit and puke. You were destined to lounge in. You'll work the blood fields, sail the semen seas.
Saints and sinners, losers, winners. Crucified, deicide. Propaganda, penetrate. Kicking and screaming, love and hate. . Human weakness, deadly sins. Demi-monde, Bloody Sunday.