In the blackened wisps of echoed screams, the forces of perdition open a world of pure and utter terror. A mind engulfed in pure retribution and bloody anger with blades of obsidian cut the flesh of the sacrificial lamb. Bleed unto the altar of black granite. Let the blood soak into the dirt and sew, sew for tomorrow may see bloodshed like no other. A blood offering for our dark gods, we call unto you for dire help in our time of despair. We raise our daggers in the sky calling for siege. A siege of the mass scale must occur for total war, and for bodies to decay unto the earth on a mass scale! We light the black candles and chant for the calling. O’ mighty and dark gods we come to you in this hour of need to ignite the kindle of hate to spark the flames of war! Bless us with the lethality of venom and let this war be one none shall forget. Do not let this war be peaceful; blood must spill to soak in the dirt so give life for a better tomorrow, bless us with this...
