Misanthropic Chantings Of Pagan Fire Which Burns The Weakening Ones

The strong will soar upon ashen wings all
Midnight-black, and their shrieks of triumphant
Rhapsody will quench the Earth of silence -
And the weak will cower therefrom. There will
Be no room for the fragile. There will be
No sympathy for the fearful. There will be
No worship of the false-Gods. Only the
Strong will conquer - And the empires built with
Untrue faith will burn. Only the strong will
Conquer - And the blood of kings will run thick
Throughout the dark streets. Only the strong will
Conquer - And from the darkness of the Great
Lies, will the true inheritors of Earth emerge.

End.