By the black sea it will commence
I come borne by my brother war
My summoner I will infest, janibeg decimated in furious phase
Carry me in capitulated corpses, for a welcome in terror in Kaffa
My presence made certain when they feel the odour of rot
I will blacken them in meat, by loin and arm
Poison the waters of the threatened soil
With my claims I will bring no cure
I will let them know for three days, no more
My wrath is cometh, be freed from cure
1 | The Blunt Weapon |
2 | Swift Turns Of War |
3 | Sealer Of Fates |
4 | Coffin-Shaped Heart |
5 | Faith Bled Dry |
6 | Penumbra |
7 | The Aphotic Depths |
8 | Where Night Is Total |
9 | The Blunted Weapon |
10 | Dying Codex |