Fire in the sky, blood on the floor, crushed skulls, crushed teeth, bullets everywhere. What do you think we're going to give in? It is time for cockroaches to be crushed.
Broken bones, the brotherhood pointing to their weak bodies. It is time for them to die under the new cult of chaos.
We will step on their heads.
You will scream and scream for help.
We will laugh at the killing. everything will fall. While you sleep we will take over the world again.
The sword is over your head, so start running.
