Post by <=|iorec|=> on May 19, 2006 15:39:29 GMT -5
Chains belayed in sheeted mats at his hunches, acting on the will of the tretcherous winds. Deep exhalts of carbon escaped writhe and flaren caverns, creating damp, arid billows of smog upon the stale aire. Forth appendage raised and fell with driven impatience, as the ebonite mass stood upon the borders of this new terrace, awaiting word of approval. Attatched scythe drove wrecklessly into the carpentry, desturbing the turf with a miserable, jagged crescent. Twin scarred auditorial pieces lay melted to thier harlems adjascent an obsidian skullet. Unkempt, onyx tendrils obscurred a scarred and ruthless facade, but if thyn sight is well, a crude sneer could be displayed upon wry paperthins beneath the matted skews...
The Demon In Me Be iorec.
That Be Pronounced yor-ick.
The distored stains of hide thyn eyes are per'aps keen enough to view beneath the jagged timbers be onyx.
The organs of the demon spawn be hxllion.
The rotations since hxll spat the bxstard from it's fiery depths be 4.
The bxtch that causes the stone beneath his chestal cords to reverbrate once again beith none have dared.
The rich blood ye all wish strewn 'cross thyn devious hands beith Friesian.
The son of the dxmned now lurks upon your doorstep, shalt the gates be thrown wide for such a beast? T'is your choice and yours alone.
The Demon In Me Be iorec.
That Be Pronounced yor-ick.
The distored stains of hide thyn eyes are per'aps keen enough to view beneath the jagged timbers be onyx.
The organs of the demon spawn be hxllion.
The rotations since hxll spat the bxstard from it's fiery depths be 4.
The bxtch that causes the stone beneath his chestal cords to reverbrate once again beith none have dared.
The rich blood ye all wish strewn 'cross thyn devious hands beith Friesian.
The son of the dxmned now lurks upon your doorstep, shalt the gates be thrown wide for such a beast? T'is your choice and yours alone.
