• Through the ashes of fallen buildings and the ruble of destroyed tanks, among the littered shells of rifles and the bloody helmets scattered around the field, we arose. Like the phoenix from the ashes, we have come to prevail again fly under a different line of color. We roam the streets and hide in the bush. We lay our signs and take the shoots. Battle hardened and always ready to fight. We amaze the field with or brilliance and glory. Understanding any and all. We are the velvet cascade that covers the night. The shadows in the corner. The creeks in the floors. We are terror, thrasher, horror, and might. We never given in. always forward never back. No mercy, no regrets. The elite of ages and legends of the future. We are those that survive and keep on pursuing to endless victory through the blood and death. When the smoke settles and the roaming guns quiet. After bodies have turned pale and the dried blood has faded into the ground. We are always and forever will be THE LAST ONES STANDING