I follow the stench of the weakling path.
I slaughtered the worthless fools.
Righteousness has been achieved.
Voices of torment begin to feel my mind.
My oath to the phantoms have been fulfilled.
Defiled apparitions apart from this corridor.
Futile vagrant dangle from the wall.
I return to the hall with decapitated heads.
Caskets filled with body parts of the recently deceased.
Sevared and bloodsoaken.
Tearing limb from fucking limb.
I follow the stench of the weakling path.
I slaughtered the worthless fools.
Righteousness has been achieved.
