Rain pours down on everglades to engulf the rememberance of a past era like a shroud embeds the stagnation.
From severe wounds blood gushes forth to get white-washed in the rising seas of untarnished requital. To relinquish intentions of the renegades is its uppermost command to be enforced.
Elgies are droning through deepest dungeons to die away unheard on decayed walls
which are stained by rotten entrails, taunting the creatures in their despair.
Wolves and rats are gutting their effete corpses. Worms are devouring flesh and desiccated skin.
Those who will survive the bestial torture are doomed to serve in everlasting slavery to obey the dominance of the divine right of kings.
