327th Post

With burnt hands.

I wield the the scythe of destruction.

My chosen mount.
The pale horse of death.

Arise my minions.

The time has come.
For me to lead all of you into battle.

To claim the world of the living as ours.
To desecrate and defile the heavens.

To burn everything down to the ground.
With the fires of hell.

From the ashes and amongst the torn bodies of the fallen.
A new era shall arise.