The venom and rapture of the earth.
There is great danger here.
Transform.
From the red throat of the abattoir
the true depths of madness come.
The solemn words of absence
and the remnants of the past
coalesce into the bleak reality that lays before us all.
The gates ripped asunder,
unleashing the wrath contained.
The claret rain, brushed red by the hands of your maker.
Transform.
The rite. Forever.
Immaculate defamation of self.
Let us come together in immolation.
Coaxed into the shelter of reality. The pride before the fall,
The weight of this rejection
crushing us one and all.