these were his last words to a cursed world:
...now let
By the light of the moon dark toughts rise up...
beneath the burning skies the war rages on
but we
may your weapons melt like wax in the fire of
kingdom of the dead. world breaks apart. thunder spreads across
Through all the pain an misery you were supposed to
away away from here beyond the reaches of the plague,
into the sky, into the blood drenched skies...his soul flew
