IA!!!
Hear the trump sound
Hear the call to arms
Pick up thy sword
I command those to hear
The sound of the liar exposed
IA!!!
Give but head to those in paths of escape
For the sin is the futility
of giving in to fellow man
To kill is the mortal sin as given to seers by their dogma
but what is the punishment for damning the souls
of those who were weak and had not the sight but faith
to be led astray
by liars and blasphemers
The sheep are not the shepards and were not meant to be
for they cannot see, and in turn expose the flock
the ones to teach the way of richness of being and mind and by that the flock is doomed
and will be consumed by the horde called black
It is now in our season of discontent that we must look beyond our meager fury
and in humility cast the blow that brings to an end the injustice of our ripened state
For in our time that we have we must remember our children will inherit our failures
IA!!!
Harken the trials set in stone
IA!!!
believe the words of the winged martyrs
IA!!!
find hope in untraveled paths
for we are the chosen
through us is the only way to prevail
and of the red we inherit the war
and of the first day after the disheveling of the firmiment
we are the 131 the 12 the 1
I am Nasuri
Of the angel Dasuri
Of Shrilarsh, Neb and the counted others
of the order of the red known, and unknown
the time has come to come to arms!!!
This war is beckoning
my fears of reckoning
and I will bring with me wrath
the red shall insure death
"The day is on a friday
how fucking appropriate is that
friday the 13th of April, in the Year of 2007
The year of no lord
the first year of the horde (black)
the rapture foretold is great
the end result unimaginable"
The slaughter is nigh on these shores
of liars and blasphemers, they who deserve their lot
for they are the ones who brought about
the treason of the shepard black and the shadow
The age of Salizarian law is set afire as of the bush
the bitter times and life of the evil western son is the point begin
It is now in our season of discontent that we must look beyond our meager fury
and in humility cast the blow that brings to an end the injustice of our ripened state
For in our time that we have we must remember our children will inherit our failures
