Behold, the coming of a grim unearthly wind
Crawling forth from beyond a darkening horizon
A great stygian cloud of fume envelops man
Acrid, choking toxic and bitter to the taste
The glow of a pillar of fire shines from within
And from it the knell of a doom most inescapable
So praise ye the coming end as the Beast enters its fourth year of existence...
Pulverizing tech-death currently leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.
Dawn of Tyrants
A snarling beast of depravity and belligerence. It smells the scent of death...
Homegrown headbanging hombres hand out heavyasfuck hellish havoc!!
The unholy cult sharpen their blades for slaughter, and we raise our glasses to catch the crimson rain...
The nameless undead battalions burst forth from unmarked tombs beyond count, to wage the final war and bring nuclear holocaust to all...
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