A cult worshipping distant stars allineation... Exagriomenos timoròs, emìtheos fidiòn Atànatos kyklos tès ekmedènises Desolate bloodscapes, a tower in the grey distance. Loud blasphemous accents. Of the Ones laughing at the ephemeral race. Breeding worms eating worms Of the human dead remains. Weak is the multitude who struggle to die Villains the ones who innovate the killing art Scabbed beast whores feed the catalept's frenzy. Mouthless orations.feasting nameless non idols Morfè kai usià, òneiro kai pragmatikòs pònos Rust Upon The Thrones... Altars. Victims.back in times before the sun. Severed souls marked with the Guilty Stain.severe sons of the headless rotten progenie. The Young have never been so Old. The Chaos has never spread so Cold.