Commorragh
The living flowed through the black streets like blood through clotted arteries. Darkness oozed like oil in petrol, needing just one speak of light for it to explode. All was still, the silence of a predator waiting, hungry, angry, knowing...
Surreal Giger-esque architecture arched across the skies like gothic rainbows, the sky brooded, clotted and dirty. Screams cat-called across the drunken spires standing askew on the blood-dark horizon.
Silver-spun blades, bathed in blood, danced with creatures who prey on souls. The grind and crash of behemoth machines jerking their way through the city's veins like blood clots.
The spark of a star, the glint of a blade, the reaper's scythe ever sharpened, raping and reaping.
The death of the weak, the blood of the strong, destroying the weak, weakening the strong.
Purification, Putrefaction, name the same, word the opposite. Love, loath.
Kill kill kill...
Silver-black spires forged in bone, cooled in blood, tested in flesh.
Biomechanoid, warped beyond Chaos.
Art of torture, torture of art.
Deranged poet, better not start.
Black visions, better forgot,
Dark lances, crystaline shot.
Eyes torn out, blood replace,
Such Darkness behind an pretty face,
Smirking faces, eyes dead-hard,
Darkness waiting, Commorragh.
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I own nothing, I am recovering from a Dark Eldar multiple personality disorder, and decided to browse H.R. Giger artwork and watch Apocalypse Now. It is 1.20am and I keep making spelling mistakes. If notice, please ignore or mention in reviews, reviews are good.
Skull Bearer.
The living flowed through the black streets like blood through clotted arteries. Darkness oozed like oil in petrol, needing just one speak of light for it to explode. All was still, the silence of a predator waiting, hungry, angry, knowing...
Surreal Giger-esque architecture arched across the skies like gothic rainbows, the sky brooded, clotted and dirty. Screams cat-called across the drunken spires standing askew on the blood-dark horizon.
Silver-spun blades, bathed in blood, danced with creatures who prey on souls. The grind and crash of behemoth machines jerking their way through the city's veins like blood clots.
The spark of a star, the glint of a blade, the reaper's scythe ever sharpened, raping and reaping.
The death of the weak, the blood of the strong, destroying the weak, weakening the strong.
Purification, Putrefaction, name the same, word the opposite. Love, loath.
Kill kill kill...
Silver-black spires forged in bone, cooled in blood, tested in flesh.
Biomechanoid, warped beyond Chaos.
Art of torture, torture of art.
Deranged poet, better not start.
Black visions, better forgot,
Dark lances, crystaline shot.
Eyes torn out, blood replace,
Such Darkness behind an pretty face,
Smirking faces, eyes dead-hard,
Darkness waiting, Commorragh.
.
.
.
I own nothing, I am recovering from a Dark Eldar multiple personality disorder, and decided to browse H.R. Giger artwork and watch Apocalypse Now. It is 1.20am and I keep making spelling mistakes. If notice, please ignore or mention in reviews, reviews are good.
Skull Bearer.