Thursday, February 26, 2009

Tiamtü


The invocations began with whispers swirling about amongst the insane. Boisterous claims of aural chaos malformed in the veins of the wretched and spewed forth as if spawned from the sewers of the ancient catacombs of the old ones. The tones heard rising above the devastating wars being fought by wing and claw were those violently projected by Ofermod.

Brethren to the metal worlds of both Black and Death, seekers of darkness will find hatred here... voiced with spite and malice for it's audience. These are grounds not walked upon lightly. Venom must course through your heart, rot must fill your lungs and death must lurk in the shadows of every corner.

Empty your mind of expectation and salvation, this is the key to oblivion... hail it's wonders.

(((03)))

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