Texty:
Plague Of Sheol

The pain amongst us, the evil surrounds as the tears be in the midst of that blood which has been spilt. A pity goes out to those at this front. We

Of the words that are to be spoken, tremble in their wake. From the conception of the selfish has their been a calling to battle. May we see truth regain

I call death on you, face me and draw your sword for the day of atonment is at hand. To the armies that have fought by my side i call to you examin your