Spawned in the black tar pools of humanity, withered writhing souls in red burning dust immersed within their septic vanity now wish curses upon their bloodied lusts.
Thundering skies and liquid fetal pleas aside voracious symphonies of death and murderous hearts with souls under siege fall short of appeasing their demon's wrath.
Useless human matter and melted steel: refuse form the birth of this brave new race; this internecion will grind both to meal, old humanity and the new face to face.
Clutching broken souls and scoria near, both will drown in tar filled oceans of fear.
- Mike Wood