Chaos Star
Degradation and negation
Tainted wombs mark the era of worms
The circle of crows descend
Leave me for dead so I can follow the serĀpent of logick
Communion of the self is immunity from the curse
I served my bid in chaos name
I extract the pity that wasted on fools
My blood is bound
They can slaughter each other for the last pieces
Echo's in the catacombs
Relinquish servitude as your heart stops beating 8 arrows of fate in every direction
I shall choose none and accept all