Temples adorned with charred and suffocated bodies that lay upon the ruins of broken hopes...split tongues of the white prophets of a new order...as millions of swollen, naked bodies left to rot in the sun...hang them from their white crosses...rip their throats out...and make them remember...the cries for forgiveness that echo down these empty, scared hallways...i cast you down with the strength of god
|
Switch to English 
