Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult Saldor
Listen to the white winds of death!
The cries broke the silence of the cimonar.
Gliding between the centuries of time
And I riped their wings of life.
Their decay period started,
and I know they are destructible!
The void in the center of their hope -
Despair I am.
I could never set an end to the war of attrition,
until I wiped out all these minor creatures.
I will never rest until they sunk
Into the dark mud of our tulwool.
I will never rest until they heard
My unearthly sounds of hate.
So unhappy in their deaths,
which have been so sudden.
So unhappy in their deaths,
Sudden, Violent and misterious!
DIE!!!
