Everlasting Torment
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Dikeptor, Dawn of heathens onslaught. Panthior The sword of wisdom draws down on thy bred on steal and fire help strengthen my iron grasp with torque and power you'll fall beneath my feral strike For the temple of secartha lurks upon the horizion Stronger now the journey begins. storm clouds of smoke fill the void. Hell starts here, dagger in hand. Tytericon the howls of death are upon you. Breed the pawns of darkness. Reign down on your hellish past. Guilt will destroy you. Take no prisoners. A keepsake for all your victims, bleak days are here. For the echos of silence, reverberate. A black mass will follow. Second coming is near.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026