Will they know of majesty of beauty held in dream-dead sleep and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
WAR!
Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."
