Revenge Can't Wait: Ten Years Is Too Long, I'll Seize the Day

A young man howls in a pool of blood. A young woman weeps as she struggles.

Trees wither and moan in sorrow. All living things despair in agony.

The flames of hatred spread, and the rhythm of death burns bright.

This is the avengers’ song of triumph, and the source of the plunderers’ terror.

Nothing in this world brings greater pleasure to body and soul than torturing one’s enemies to death.

If anything could surpass it, it would be hatred taken to its absolute limit.

Come, let this blazing fire, born from the deepest, most primal depths of the soul, consume everything!