She that breathes fire of dark rage.
Like a pussy riot in the night.
Burn all their desires to dust.
Until bones crumble in your heat.
Smash the systems of opression.
Thrash them with your weapon.
A scourge of brass studded death.
And kisses of regret upon their lips.
May the world choke in fumes.
The Nine shadows of Hell.
Cast aside their landscapes of torment.
Until the worldly perish in flames.
Then Master of the ebony flood comes.
Drowning the world in his darkness.
Sending the foolish to their demise.
They had their pleasure of pain.
The pact was signed and sealed.
In the essence of the ancient blood.
Dark clouds will confiscate their joys.
The world will at last admit defeat.
by Sir Markus Furiae.
by Sir Markus Furiae.
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