Aethus Rise

[worldeater]

Rise my Son
Rise from the depths my son
Fall back into hell my son
Feel the sun’s embrace my son
Let it burn you my son
Breathe the air my son
Let it suffocate you my son
Eat my son
Let it starve you my son
Drink my son
Let it sear your throat my son
Listen my son
Though our bodies may live out in Hell
And though our skin may be scorched by the sky
And though our lungs may reject the very air around us
And though our souls may bleed by the very things we survive by
Know this
We reject all these things
For they are of weakness
We purge the image of God from ourselves
For they are weapons of lesser beings
And we hold no bounds on our mortality
For that is a Deity’s domain
An Aethus belongs nowhere
Not in the depths of hell
Nor the Icy fringes of purgatory
None will be our masters
And even Death will leave us be
So remember my son
Aethus Rise (Aethun Thro’vah)
All Else Falls (Eae-sal Vion)
So go my son
Sleep my son
And fall
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