Alas; to this I must defend, the glut and sin of those who could not care -- Those who are a world apart. Sin is the name of grace and speed amongst the rats, the rats among us. Are we the accursed things that should not be -- A veritable of the true god, the deity of a wretched race? For vile and bitter are they with their cares only for the material and the fame, for low and sick are they who worship such things!

Full of riff and nightshade and millenniums of hate so enveloped to the touch is this creed so dependant -- and only fair and kind could a man be when the truth is fairly unleashed unto his soul. Spread thick within the heart of he it must be, spread thick it must, to be seen, felt, smelt and tasted to be truly unbound -- Free of thy shackles Anubis! Hear thy cries! So unto us come reckoning to ponder our wretched souls!

For judgement is near, and for once, the truth shall be clear -- Death to the foundations and poison to the waters of our birth! We are the creatures of a reaping race, a race which should be put within a chamber deep; deep and sound in the earth to lay -- Laid and folded within the shroud of lust, envy, greed and mace -- Folded seven times, seven times in disgrace!

The seven deadly sins that once were are once again and have always been -- So be it! Such a creed, a race, a spirit, a din! Never more and never again shall such a thing be told, never again shall such a thing be. Now, all which remains be the wreckage of the temples, the pillars and domes! Where not a soul shall roam free or unscathed, for all which remains are the burnt homes, the cathedrals and spires -- And blackened bones.

This; the last of a killer race, a creed of unscrupulous things, of vampires and liars and all that’s ill, shall never more invest his evil will. For never more shall such a world exist, and never more shall its evil be said. Man now lies dead, where once his sins and greed and lust reined supreme. Rejoice! For with this, there shall be peace and eternal bliss, for we are finally done -- Forever at rest.

Fear not the Reaper -- for he waits for thee.