Moonlight and soil, our torches light the path. Torment and toil, mankind has been abashed. I fear we'll rot away, from violence, decayed. Under dim lights our grins will fade. Conspiracy to cleanse all man, under secrecy it is our plan. The Lord of men in blood does weep. they don't deserve it. Let them sleep. One last sight of visions light, our torches are lit and we chant for blight. Eyes transfixed, a serpents born in the blades of grass the wind does cry. Our final moments will draw nigh, dark lord almighty hear me this night. I feel the darkness raping me. Twisting and ripping with the spawn of wretched seed. Why did I start this can a god ever save me? Lost to the stars I will always be.
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Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy