Souls by blood and body. The war has raged on and many do not take insight. Blinded by desires of tresspassing. This is the call to arms I do not fear the enemy. For they will fall. victory is beyond. Where mortal retreats from punishment they take arms heed the call. The succor. we are By blood and soul. For there is no mercy to come swiftly to the wicked. The war shall be won the blood will flow and end in salvation. Certain damnation is following. A fragment of me is turning. Inside within me is a cold grasping wither. Since the day of onslaught the fields are teemed with blood a deep sense of dread burns down inside. Many death for what cause my eyes behold thousand deceased. When the Skies bleed washes over. In a battlefield there is still hope however insignificant chance. I must devour the soul. Essence pours into the body with a taint for taste of flesh and blood. Tearing into within their beating heart. A taste of bittersweet victory. Unknown to the world the procession has start with a banner raised high. Insolent deeds!