of this earth, retribution fuels an unholy rebirth. Break free the chains of this earth for retribution. We rise! We have risen from the grief of the grave
Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls. The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls. Passing through a candlelit
Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and