This is the age of the dead.. The generation of pagan and self-led.. You can feel the bones shatter beneath our feet.. The blood of lust staining our teeth..
Fire surround, in cleansing repose. Letting the filth, like venom it flows. Scar, the mark, remind us the pain. Breaking the bones that will reach out again.
The gavel has fallen along with the rest. Are we expected to settle for this?. Bring us the plague, lead us away. Blacken tomorrow with ash of today. .