The marching cries of dark armies, the lambs breath halted by plumes of smoke and walls of flame

Ascend to the next plane, for this one has been scorched by hatred and malice, creatures of dread and pestilence rise from the ****** mud

In the primordial ooze of the human birth, crescendo’s of bashing hymns ring out in the echoes of gunshot blazes

Fires arise like an ignored diety, seeking its revenge