gathered are they, the wolvesfrom the northand the tribes ofthe underworld hordesheathen menfrom pagan wastelandsjoined with them have theythe stench of blood. holy blood!have penetrated their woods andfields too longravens flew as messengersfrom hill to hillthey brought harshblasphemous chantas ancient as time it selfwhispered by the wind whichcries for the waning moonthe beholders of the cr0ss, shallbe mesmerized by feartheir fate denies the fact of suchcreationsman, beast-the hordes of theunderworldbound by chains foged bypagan bloodto night they shall feasttonight the ravens and wolvesshall feastupon blood, of those of thelight who beholds the crossbeneath the remains of a civilisationcenturies of sorrow!!!centuries of pain!!!
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