Release the wolves
Gather the fiends
Hunt him down
This abomination needs to die
He has the mark of the abyss
One of our own
Feast on his bones
Wipe out his individuality
He shall return back the Legion
Crucified, decimated..
The Wrath of Xel
He will be reborn
He will be purged
Cleansed and made pure
The profligate being that he became
Will die
The dissolute shall fall
With eyes everywhere
No one can hide
We are within the midst of society
The wolves will bring you back
Broken
The excuse of a living being
You will be crushed
The ravens will feast
On your rotting corpse
