HEAR THE WHEELS OF THE NEW ORDER
WITNESS THE CHANGE WE BEGUN
NOW WE CARVE OUR SCULPTURES IN TIME.

PURITY, ESSENCE, MANIFESTATION
THE APOCALYPSE OF SCUM HAS BEGUN.

HARSH YEARS, ECHOES IN MIND
THE WHISPER OF COLD STILL INSIDE
SHAPED BY THE WILL TO SURVIVE
EMERGE AS A VIRTUE A PURIFYING LIGHT.

THEY FEAR... I’M NEAR...

THE WINTER MAY HAVE SLOWED ME
BUT NOW... I HAVE COME.