Here, where darkness was born, where plagues were born, where epidemics came from. Here, where all cults came, where scriptures were changed, where the flat earth was believed to end. We were the end of all. Rats, spreading disease, giving birth to the cast of the green blooded breed, sentence death to those against kings. The land where witches were burnt for flying agaric and drinking virgin's blood, eating new borns as the meat they are. Eating new borns as the meat they are. Purified by fire, to become black magic channels. Stainless souls used as portals, a window to witness the great Aquelarre. Here, where darkness was born, where plagues were born, were epidemics came from. Here, where all cults came, where scriptures were changed, where rain in the north never stopped. Inside the throats of their fathers they hide, the ones who conceived our flag, the same ones who call us to war to erase that never-healing wound. But soon we'll see their yellow bile, mixed with the red of their blood, filling this ignorant land with fucking melted empty skulls. This place will burn. This place will burn to the ground. Interdimensional judges are on their way. They'll feast on our bodies, as the meat we are. As the meat we are.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
