Screams storming shadows abrupt in dark serenity breeding nightmarish dreams into our blood stained reality. Underneath netsah gladius echoes of haunting misery resound the unseen force ubound, breaking the chambers with the might of a terrestial clack, sing the chant of murderous weather to come. The season of pulverizing weak souls is underneath our blackheart's wings, so we'll fly and pour some salt upon theit graves. On the other side of the moribund field, triumphant ones stand after the casting of stone throughout our demonic land. Blades of strife and death raised for play, battleaxes and sheilds mounted on fertile land. Inner streams of Christian corpses submerge our deathly steel!!! The violence wages on and to none shall our dark army yield... And shall bow before the netsah gladius...