Horror vacui - The Legion

The predator winds behind — do they whisper to us all?

Eternal are the skies.

as above, so within

Cold, dead, turbid eyes ghastly staring back at you

Now slowly leave behind the remnants of this earthly life

Let this be the gospel to extol your discorporation

Hell is but a pale reflection in the eyes of nothingness

The thin line dividing life and death — brutally distinct or mercilessly vague?

Fear the void!

wolves are gathered in the distance.

see the massing of ravenous

crows!

Turn back, mortal son!

blessed you will be to roam this carnal dungeon

In exalted slavery.

or proceed into the blackness far beyond the stars