Vacant Spring: Recovery

The gods gone deaf from our calls and their children sleep restless among the sick, the dead and the damned. what do we so humbly have to offer for their grace, nothing by brothers and sisters and that if why we steady our hands at the forge and build to suit his coming, For the day our savior will rise from the depths bellow and wake the two faced devil we were once taught to worship as a god. the blood of The Forsaken will paint the path and his heralds shall lead us to the light.
Praise be the Third!
Praise be the Impurer!
Long Live Rated!
Ze laist raust wakatar!