• As the absence of life bleeds the image of war,
    we continue our suffering until our souls are undone.
    The black gaze of infinity breathes into our mornings,
    and dies within our blessing.

    We are forgotten and dismissed before the night,
    yet loved within the darkness.
    Let blood scorn evanescent madness and contribute to the damned.

    Did we forget the Anti-Saint?
    Or did we choose to purposely sway ourselves in a blistered daze.
    Die in our wake,
    sleep in our sorrow,
    suffer in our memories,
    and bleed within our tears.

    Consider yourselves forgotten and thrive in eternal sovereignty.
    We shall remain dead.