“There is no darkness in damnation. When all great truths begin as heresies, it is a vileness to believe. Let this our gospel's Inquisition be reborn and, in the throes of birth, enact its first rites of communion upon their flesh and blood.” The first trumpet sounded. We are the Children of Perdition, basking in the glow of their churches burning. “Beside 'truth' I've descried the chosen lie whereby your lives be death glorified, praising the hands that fasten tight upon your throats - and you choke.” In this, our hour of judgment, humanity is violently redeemed. Thena' Shaitan! Ana Dajjal! Enta Shaitan - and every knee may bow except for mine. The second trumpet sounded. “There is no light borne with salvation, the tragic fallacy's that we've perceived a death's the worthy price to forgive ourselves for simply being alive, a vicious lie. Cast the bastards to the pyre. “I am Legion, who have been sent to dwell among the swine, hearts corrupt with diseases, minds clouded by the treacherous divine.” The third angel sounded and there fell a great star from heaven, blazing as if it were a lamp, and its name was Wormwood. “We are the Great Satan.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
