• Sunup,



    Sundown.



    1000 corpses of enemies stripped.



    1000 graves satisfied and



    yet one single motive prevails



    binding all of the final secrets to the rotted-



    Atrocious Incisors wet with the bloody mantra of late;



    Infect.Corrupt.Devastate.Annihilate.



    The canvas to this grisly art;



    The entire Earth cursed a 1000 times over and



    damned a 1000 more.



    Silent smiles unto Lacerating Screams.



    Living Oceans unto deserts that will grow forever.



    The artist;



    Malevolence in solid form.



    His craft,



    The exhibition of the fragile and the



    constant redomination of the weak.



    To the Sun's light he is but an adversary



    and soon it will only shine for him.



    Its light The Artist has swallowed,



    And hidden from the eyes of the world.



    His hand the final chapter of everyman,



    his fist the scourging of the Heavens.



    The product;



    The war of all Gods.



    He is but one factor of



    your apocalypse.



    He is but one factor of your reality.



    And so he is Death.



    And Death he will remain



    until he is destroyed..



    Then Death will become him.