My army of the dead plows eastward. Behind me lays mankind charred, mutilated, flayed. The stagnant suffocating air carries nothing but the stench of earth's decrepit corpse.
We speak the language of sacrifice now. The beast shall rage forth into the fray to inherit his earth from the meek. Come Conquest and War, come Famine and Death! I descend with the wolves, fang and claw led by horns, an adversary scorned by thy god and His gall. Come Astaroth and Azazel, come Satan and Baal!
Tragically fertile earth greets my every step and I march before her scorched, fallow body. The father is fallen, the ravaged mother is razed, and the child is liquid at my feet.
The temple of Man is engulfed by my flame, a sweeping fury that YHWH Himself could not restrain from the broken circle that burns within my breast. Come Conquest and War, come Famine and Death! From heaven rains gore under God disemboweled, demiurgic blood, infernal seed drowned. A barren land sown by murder on high. Come now Prince of Darkness, come now Lord of Flies!
I sold my soul to the Devil for the power of utter misanthropy. I opened myself for the Chaos and let its strength fill me. I turned my back on the sanctum and severed the cosmic blood bond. I slit the throat of my throat of my brother and raised my left hand against all mankind.
The monolithic gateway before the abyss infernal crumbles to nothing under chaos eternal. A grand upheaval, no trace of Man is left for a horned piper has led all vermin to death.
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