I heard, as it were, a lie from the mouth of the beast. I am alone and lost in the world again. One foot out the door, one foot in the grave. Kill God, take his place. Give your life to the death cult.
Sixteen banners untied to a loveless rebellion. Our chains were fashioned from the backbones of our brothers. Praised like the cross. Worn like a noose. Empty like their words. Empty like their hearts. Hang your head and cry. March up to the gates. Straighten your necks and lay down your cross. It was not a dream, but a lonely premonition of the end of all things. On the coldest of nights; a Godless death.