Far beyond appolyons lair across the sea of pestilence a sound of grim andantes blair pale orbs glide through remnants a planned utopia now in shards frostwork ...

Fly for the door can taste those glands of fear you extract yourself as I still draw near a target fixated on your face so closed casket is necessary safe have...

OH YEAH!!! the blighting masses of creatures lusting for the taste of flesh seep slowly in your chamber of rotting limbs die quickly fiendish cannibals deceased...