Transylvanian Pride
(2024)
Fools! Such is thy name, ye who dared to soil my soul with thy vile terror.
Thou cometh oft with declarations of war, let war be thine affliction.
Thy rancid words of feigned salvation shall no longer taint mine ears,
for I am he who shall unmask thy deceit. I am the scion of the dragon.
Offer thyself unto me ! I sanctify thee with blood,
I exalt thee with stake, spear, and hook, each according to thine end.
My Transylvania shall be unchained, and Wallachia shall be thy newfound abyss.
Thy decaying flesh shall adorn my feast, the crimson of thy torment shall sweeten my banquet.
Embrace this grim benediction, for impalement shall be thy requiem.
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