Tubilustrium e Niceterium

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