Predators Path

Meet your maker

Proceed, thy leige, ye rodents write in qualm
As to thine saunter, debacle by desert ravage of human martyrs. commeth, thine soldiers, battalion of termites engorge on your heros, injest and butcher. a visceral banquet of trampled and tortured

Temples that unearthed by man fortell a revelation of pain, a violent vision of impending hell in the jaws of a carnivorous reign. an orgy of hostility, malignity, and scorn, consuming what was once the truth. mayhem ensues while flesh is torn in the label of the claw and the tooth

Begin thy harvest, the reapers and vulture dispose on ye sinner, dissected and severed, the footsteps of blood hold the trail of thine scepter, cold blooded and loathesome, tyrannical fanfard of tormenting triumph. slash! smash! crush! a red massacre is in order. ye saints, ye prophets, defy the reptillian conquest. the fools. the fodder. they know not what they do! their idols, their icons will fall to the tyrant. supreme, deicidal, remorseless savage. bow down, submit, your festering soul is collateral damage. the earth is shrouded in chaos; a new generation of wrath. take heed, make haste for the predator's path!