Hard Nocks and swollen lips, drip from the fingertips of the one who claims he allways rips the throats from the undeserving.
Dancing devils and demons wait, along the path that leads to hells gate, they wait to torture the new recruits who are screaming at their fate.
Sporadic breaths and a yellow gaze, from the ones who lurk in alleyways, is all it takes to fear the graves of the ones who never sleep.
And then there's those who hide and wait, those who control the hands of fate, to bring a sudden doom to all around.
It's them you must beware my friends, for they're the ones that in the end, will be forever cursed to dreadful dens.
