Their entrails hang as they lay gutted. Anguish drowned them, violently bludgeoned. Disemboweled for marvelous consumption, your screams were not in vain. Limbs to be removed piece by piece, their severed heads to be trophies of war.
"A plethora of corpses to feed the vultures, a pileup that reeks of decimation. Great monarch, your fate grows dismal. Fear not, you will enjoy slavery."
Your eyes said more than death ever could. Now you'll be forced to writhe in failure. You weep as you watch them be consumed, absolutely exquisite.
Their entrails hang as they lay gutted. Anguish drowned them, violently bludgeoned. Utopian civilization reduced to nothing but ruin. Not the first, nor the last to crumble to our domination.
Your eyes said more than death ever could. Screams echoing through the monastery, screams that come from your own. Terrified as you march toward the congregation.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
