Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era, buried in ma**es, burnt and left as ashes
The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh decay, slayed
Their life raped from them
They swarm like locust, in the form of spectral hate
Ghosts in the fog, reapers of the night, disembodied souls, tormented in the afterlife
Haunting the living, possesing the weak, controlled by the army of torment, seizing their mind, infiltration of insanity, turning the pretty on eachother, tearing organs from their allies, now spread this flame
Tearing themselves apart from the inside, once a protector, now an executioner, the dead will rise
The depts of hell await thee