BEHOLD THE FLUID SO SACRED. ENSHROUDED BY TIME AND THOSE WHO FORSAW



THE END I AM CALAMITY AND I AM THE PLAGUE, THE



THIRD ANGEL HAS BLOWN HIS HORN FROM THE COLD VOID COMES



VERMOUTH THE STAR TO SOUR THE SOIL OF MAN.







BED TO REST MANKIND FOR SANCTUARIES ARE NOW ABBATOIRES AS



THE TEMPLE OF GOD SHELTERS THOSE SOON TO DIE.







FROM THE DISTANT HORIZON, BEYOND THE SCARLETT NEMESIS, WE



HEAR THE SONG OF THE END - VERMOUTH, SOUR POISON FROM THE



STARS.



DARK SORCERY, EDEN ON ITS KNEES...A PALACE OF POISON WHERE



LUSTFUL THE VIRGIN MINGLES WITH HELLS INFERNAL HOST...







BITTER WINE, DARK FLUID OF DECEPTION, DROWSES THE MIND OF MAN...



"TETRAGRAMMATON"







"And the third angel blew his horn, and a great star fell from heaven,



burning like a torch..."



Revelations 8.10...renewal is at hand...