Chains, swords, whips—chaos at last.
Men, beasts, and gods—ripped apart, all taste the same.
And yet, they remain—craving a reason to fight.
…
Face us and embrace what is about to unfold before your eyes.
For this is our moment of triumph and glory over flesh, sin and fear.
The very foundations of the world will tremble beneath our presence.
…
Blood, ashes, destruction—from here to eternity.
In my dreams, their names and actions echo forevermore.
Chains, swords, whips—power at last, but only for a fleeting moment…

Dear Leprechaun, where’s my gold,
Speak fast before I get too old,
Otherwise I’ll have you sold.