The Ionian fire ? it flickers and falls in the cold wind. In the streets, the cities ablaze ? the final descent, the spirals turning; the barricades are breaking. At breakneck speed, a celestial pestilence descends upon the world and delivers a sacred gift of everlasting death.
Annihilate, envenom, impregnate! Decimate ? reduce to ashes. A war of attrition ? a sullen contrition, the stench of redemption ? we have no need of your salvation
Get on board the ship, it?s sinking ? the barricades are breaking! Raise the standard from the broken city wall ? another harbinger of doom, a herald of annihilation. Can?t you hear the wolves at the door? The barricades are breaking.
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