Sent down from above, I am no angel. My folked tongue bleeds nothing but hate.
Pure hate.
The path of the divine has long been forgotten and his earth will remain a frozen wasteland. Working my way through the chaos that i have created. Folked tongues flicker casting sweet blasphemy. I wade amongst a sea of serpents, in snakes I bath
Oh Serpentine creature. Bless me with the wealth of pure darkness. For I have enslaved his kingdom in your name, excreted his remains upon his holy land.
As I lay in a blanket of scales. A widening grin smeared upon my face. I bathe in the tides I have created. As I watch his legacy turn to ash.
Oh Serpentine creature. Bless me with the wealth of pure darkness. For I have enslaved his kingdom in your name, excreted his remains upon his holy land.
