the fire burns bright in the middle of the abandoned church. Long forgotten and almost left in ruins lay the church on a hill surrounded by overgrown grass and bushes. Inside the church everything was covered in dust and cobwebs. 3 hooded figues sat around the fire muttering words that couldn’t be translated. From behind a podum came a man dressed in a black robe. He moved over to the fire and looked at the men. Followers he bellowed. Our time has come, tonight our master raises from the ashs and ends the war against the sane. Into the fire I put a piece of hair of the first victim and a mask to hide the face of insanity from our foes. a fire that burns in our hearts shall burn brighter then ever tonight as he comes and releases us onto our prey.



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