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gathered are they, the wolves from the north and the tribes of the underworld hordes heathen men from pagan wastelands joined with them have they the stench of blood. holy blood! have penetrated their woods and fields too long ravens flew as messengers from hill to hill they brought harsh blasphemous chant as ancient as time it self whispered by the wind which cries for the waning moon the beholders of the cr0ss, shall be mesmerized by fear their fate denies the fact of such creations man, beast-the hordes of the underworld bound by chains foged by pagan blood to night they shall feast tonight the ravens and wolves shall feast upon blood, of those of the light who beholds the cross beneath the remains of a civilisation centuries of sorrow!!! centuries of pain!!! |