christmas breakWell, have a merry christmas/hannukah/kwanzaa/festivus/whatever
Horrors That Stalk the NightThe day has turned dark Quiet are the larks All 'round silence looms Making me brood of infinate doomsHorrors That Stalk the Night
To believe in the horrors that stalk the night...
What creature comes out at night? Does it kill with magic or might? Lycans, goblins and the mighty Nosferatu Science tells me these things are not true
To believe in the horrors that stalk the night...
But then what makes me shudder? Is it the legends that the foolish utter? What beast from hell can do these things? To tear birds from thier wings?
To believe in the horrors th
CotEoT - Walls of Wreathyuon"How many?" "Untold millions my lord" "And they have us surrounded?" "Yes my lord" "Prepare my army for battle...We fight to the death...To the last man...For death...And glory" "Yes my lord"CotEoT - Walls of Wreathyuon
"How many?" "Less than 20,000 My liege" "We have them surrounded, yes?" "Indeed...They cannot escape your wrath now my liege" "Exellant...Send in the first wave" "Yes my liege" "Then the cannon...Keep them firing, do not stop until the city is dust and ash!" "Yes my liege" "And start the construction of our war machines" "Yes my liege" "Now go...T
CotEoT - Opening ShotsA red sun rose, spreading a red glow across the sky, like blood from a wound. Phraevous Kaeron watched the sun rise slowley as he sat against a tree polishing his sword. The long grass was soaked with shining dew, and birds called out in the morning twilight. There was the telltale sound of twigs breaking and bushes being pushed aside. He froze, and slowley and quietly put his sword away, into it's scabbard at his belt. He quickly moved his way around the trees, further into the forest. He slowed as the noises grew louder, and eventually put his back against the rough bark of a tree that was all that sepperated him from the noises disturbingCotEoT - Opening Shots
Concerning Undead and Saerakk CONCERNING UNDEAD AND THE MEANS OF UNLIFE The Undead are not a natural occourance and thier appearance is originaly caused by the solstices. But They Undead could only survive a week at the most without continued magical assistince. Until, after extensive research and trial and error castings, Saerakk the Necromancer created the first permanent Undead. This was a grim day for the world, as he soon created a massive army of these creatures. As his armies marched across the lands, looting anConcerning Undead and Saerakk
blood of warAs soldiers march onto the field of decay Some say those who seek peace prepare for war Few can stand that that is the only real way But in this world of hate we taste the blood of warblood of war
Trigger happy killing to release ones misery Killing the insects as payback for the agony They killed a friend then they met the end A hand stained red looking to the field of dead
Dancing in a storm of bullets in the line of fire A smell that no one forgets the dead begin to expire What is a wound if the barer feels no pain We fight for change even if it drives us insane &nbs
I must be....I must be evil.I must be....
I love how freedom translates to me being vile.
I love how you believe I am always up to something.
Trust is wonderful. When I hang out with friends, that clearly means I am on the prowl.
Good thing you have me figured out.
I must truly be evil.
Lazy
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Before we could only fucking dream
Of taking the world to this extreme
Where everyone wakes to another’s scream
We truly feel alive as humanity falls downstream
-riot and ruin-
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There is no such thing as innocence, only varying degrees of guilt.
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Amat victoria curam
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