I shall paint the face of darkness. I shall ride the dead down the throat of that damned god. I, Kadaspala, now avow this: world, I am at war with you. Outside – you, outside, hear me! The inside shall be unleashed. Unleashed. I shall paint the face of darkness. And give it a dead child’s eyes. Because in darkness, we see nothing. In darkness, behold, there is peace.
