posted on Oct, 2 2012 @ 12:46 PM
I am blessed by the profane. I am sanctified by the cursed. I am absolved of my sins by our sinners. I am elevated from the filth by our soiled
hands. Our tattered banners rise high to greet our disgrace and loss. We are the discarded stones, the crumbling castles of dead kings.
The seals of darkness are broken, the grave of our disgruntled slumber spews us forth.
We are the raven feasting on the dead phoenix. We are the bull gorging the gallant matador. We are the blood and filth of the bastards birth.
We are bile. We are hatred. We are the spewed entrails of our starvation. We are the dead. We are the rising dead. We are the carnivorous cadavers of
the rotten and hungry. We are the army of woe. We are the force of chaos. We are the scourge of the sacred gate keepers. We are the careless key
We break the seals and open the flood gates. We desecrate the covenants of men and cast all men into perdition. By the judgment we reveal for
ourselves are all men placed into the light of their inequity.
We are the devils, we are the fallen. We are the ones to haunt your children's dreams. We are the ones to torment your wise men in their final days.
We are the ever hungry, the every thirsty....we are the damned.
Fear not our return, we are here already. We have never left you. We are you. You have fallen. We are rising....
Our tombs once peaceful and solemn in their depths are now disturbed and we....aloft. Rumbling.......
edit on 2-10-2012 by BIHOTZ because: (no reason given)