Upon them mighty spires of chaos, amidst the vortex of time, behold the blackest orb of uncreation, for the great harvest is acoming, none shall be able to endure !
Procreation of ages unborn, foreseen from times untold, scattered mortal incinerated remains, sand in the wheels of a precious lifecycle.
Last entry into the chronicles of chaos, scribbled with immense decay, followed by eternal, glorified peace ! Glorified unit of human life, light up in the fiery great void's shine !!!
...blazing red - spokes dissipate into oblivion !...
"Human sibling, reap what you have sown!"
Reap ... despair, Reap ... deterioration, Reap ... death.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.