Pestilent Death by Throneum
Human s life is like a moon covered by clouds, but also the abyss, where oblivion is impossible.
I unleashed the plague, thousands of cruel deaths. I opened the gates of damnation and thrown them out.
Dogface demons appeared around my temple. All walls start to burst.
She is here and want for me. Pestilent death.
Groan of wrath came from the stars. Awake this what was sleeping.
I will suffer forever without any form. Pestilent death.