Exsequor, Veneratio, Letum!
Silence. Whispers breaking the laws
Tempests. Thunders watching all flow
Order? Insanity. A frail equilibrium. Here, there.
Stillness once again. Storms now and then
Chaos? There’s no meaning for such a word
There’s just a damn cold hypnotic desire...
A desire which hastily turns to lust. Lust that starts to draw what there was once a whisper sealed on each mortal’s lips. The tale of the Order craves for a few more words that shall fill new chapters of this world, patiently waiting for the corruption we shall deliver.
Everyone, prepare for a show that only your elders have seen!