Rethoric Gale
A spiral of desolation follows us into the black where perfection has kept us intact.
Lost souls reunite to make the altar come alive to reap the reward of eternal life.
You lust for joy, you lust for pain.
Remnants of isolation, hunger for the insane!!
My sight is wicked, sick minds are twisted as we traverse into the unknown.
My sight is wicked, sick minds are twisted as we now feast upon his throne.
