and simply by the sunsets like i challenge all the sentiment
and the thirteen fallen hero's take their losses by the throat

never ending is that path that leads to the one solution.

phallic is gods reign
a monument to monuments.
so echo his voice thus, and raise a dead army.

from the ground, throw them to the sky.
watch their skin peel and the shadows form.
block out the sun itself.

now cold are the days.
and nights deathly, even in the midst of irreverence.

more shall surely follow.