This incurable wave of unclean faces parade outside my fragmented window holding their hands out in desperation waiting for the sirens all clear command
Above the heads of these unfortunates grey skies are laced with despondency whist I dwell in the tower of hateful things my sweet brothers do wait and prey for me
It is far too hot in here this is where evil gives birth this is the place I must destroy smash it's filthy walls to the ground
The disciples of war hide deep in bunkers made of lead dense an underpass to the towers roots ****** the last refugees of hope
Stand fast my brothers for I will not disappoint this day I do now commit all I have for the faith in good