Twilight Carrion of darkest thunder.
The thieves of rotten flesh.
Beneath a cloudy sky of death.
Once more, she becomes victorious.
With leather and lace entwined divine.
And brass studed scourges that cut skin.
The Harlots of war ravage all corruption.
They slice away at the vile cancer within.
With eyes of burning embers aflame.
The blue swords of the almighty swoop.
Down into the veins of every worthless street.
Alecto shines like a cold Venus Fire.
Engulfing the vermin that loathe innocence.
The Carrion descend upon the feast of death.
Scavengers of hostile perdition aflame.
Humanity sold for thirty pieces of silver.
Judas Christ will be dying tonight.
Sir Markus Furiae.
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