Of Fist and Flame - The End

The outside world has its own open sores by our mores.

To be sanitized

Filthy!

Unclean!

What do they fear?

This is their evil this year.

Why do

They fear?

The clearly defined «Bad guys.»

Follow whomever you believe and

Raise a torch to our family, the bl inded mind and eye is their disease.

We

Are more in death then they’ll ever be.

They will all follow suit and

Execute a sentence of death for malicious fools.

You will not bend but break

Our wills.

The smell of burning blood and still the ladder clung to g ether

Around one.

The embodiment of the pure, but yet she burned.

The demiurge

Her breath never wavered, heart never faltered until the last.

Beware the

Hands of fear.

We were the light they could not see.

But where the bloodline

Ends is where you begin.

You, the enlightened