A one curved blade penetrate the rotten womb of cursed pestilence, the darkness of the perpetual night offer of this sacred realms of sorrow. The coagulated blood of the sinister tyrant. Oh majesty of sorrow, brings the glorious winds of crimson petals upon the black altars. Nocturnal wispers of malicious entrance of mysterious skies... shining horns of this dark sanctuary of perpetual sorrow, luminous apparitions between the sinister possessions of the mist...
The eternity of ancient spirit of the Vril...