AnthraxAnderson

Dark and freezing tempests rise, The seed to Death's autumnal guise; Where souls of man seek winters deep, Where sunlight fades and summers sleep. Bring forth year's end with frigid bite, To enthrone a boreal Earth by night; Blanket the dark in the deepest snow, And bring autumn's end under moonlight glow.

Combine a fortress, a scaffold and a core; a connective device as meaningless without its container as a coat hanger in an empty wardrobe. Each part as vulnerable as it is protective, as flimsy as it is strong, as malleable as it is deceptively brittle; a masterpiece of biological engineering to bring rigidity and order to flesh, bringing bloody mound upright into the light as mankind. We imprison them, but we too are imprisoned by them, for once broken, the call of space is beyond us and this rock on which we stand becomes our permanent tomb. Once fractured, the cracks in the fortress are a permanent weakness, the scaffold is always less stu

Hear my words and tremble, for when royalty kneels beneath the might of the gods, even demons shall bend against their divine wrath. Light will banish the dark for all time, but once eternity draws its last breath, our nightmares will know no equal and shall stand triumphant upon the desolate ashes of the universe. Empires shall crumble into dust, worlds will burn and the stars that bejewel the heavens themselves will end in glorious conflagration. We shall know suffering. We shall know fear. We will become one with the darkest divine; we will become one with Death.