Web of corruption, thick with deceit.
The language of destruction, the slaughter of the meek.

Under a Serpent Sun, we shall all live as one.

No rest for the wicked, the children of god.
The final retribution, the final curtain torn.
Within us, the flames of the end
Survival of the fittest, the Hunt for sacred game.

Under a Serpent Sun, we shall all thrive as one.

Children of chaos, born of the Holocaust Seed.
Inherit the addiction, angels of genocide breed.
Within us, the flames of the end.
Survival of the fittest, the hunt for sacred game.

Under a Serpent Sun, we shall all conquer as one.

The Encounter:

"Sweetfleshed, Hellbent Creature...
Artist of the Fevered Soul."
"Heavenly Venomous Rapture...
Stricken Numb by Fear I Fall!"
8q

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Valnuary, in the year 275 AF.