from the moment of my reanimation, before the dawning of time itself, ripped from the stasis crypts the betrayer of faith forged in the darkness of vengeance, the shadow of a dead world crafted from obsidian called upon, To be the conqueror ,wearer of the blackest crown. a lucid mind infused with hatred for life, a seething repulsion for humans without a physical form earth’s cataclysm waiting to be born. this is the only outcome for a world so lost, to be consumed by a vengeful creator limitless design, wasted potential, this world will be a burial ground as the tempest approaches damnation is near the grand designer vessel has been exhumed, controlling bodies are the first to be destroyed, fallen corrupted to never be recovered a kingdom so cold the obsidian king breathes into the eye of the machine. even the nightmare fears me https://youtube/watch?v=8p0LV2885Ug
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 19:37:58 +0000
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