Tonight We Dine In Hell

Tonight we dine in hell.

We've watched our foes fall. Their blood has seeped into our souls and tainted that of which can not be purified.

Now it is our turn, to allow our bodies to wither in the grave.

The grave that is the land before us-

We may have been victorious, but in every war, every man has already fallen.

Hearts and minds bled dry of spirit, and without spirit. We are but hollow husks.

Though we die, we die knowing that we served a purpose.

One that led to crimson hands and stained armor. Yes.

But one that only we could be the footmen to uphold.

So our death is not surrender to the deity that controls us. Or to the one that holds the reins of time.

Our death is but a badge that seals this deed in blood.

So tonight, we dine in hell.