They fly with unholy wings in the dark sky.
Leaving the mark of the serpent's eyes.
Who knew that things would escalate like this?

Something shall be done before this all becomes abyss.
A new dawn breaks and begins to unfold.
A brand new battle that had never been foretold.


Cut off the skin of the unholy servant.
For underneath lies the wretched worm.


Cut off the hand that wishes to harm another.
For it belongs to a feign and not of father.

Its servants hide under hoods and try to trick us.
If I were to become one of them, burn my eyes off.


The ground becomes unstable underneath our feet.
We must hurry and stop the malice, before the last of us bleed.
I've came too far to turn back now, what's your plan to stop us?

I'll make sure you'll be done after you experience the blood eagle method.