Citrus singed in blue unholy flame. No one knows who ,where, or why they came. And when the darkness took notice Of the Death that was there Generations would hear stories Of new evils to fear. The slaughter was grace Compared to the survivors fate. Return to the burning grove All you wicked Pray, pray. damned and depraved gods pity the soul that finds its way . . . Amidst the monsters of hell They cannot be saved.
