With a thousand times of torturous intensity, I shout and scream and hurt and yell!
I terrible wave of frustration builds an army inside my mind, crazy and primal my fears ignite and I feel the blood corpsing through my veins with tempestous blinding rage!
Anger, fight, numbing death and the alimightly meaning.
I am furious, like the chariots that race, face to face, death to delight – I am not civil today.
I am the minds of men, that press the boundries of sanity, of love and hate and all things that he creates – Possesed, incinerated in my anger – purged in your thought, my daemons flinch
The dogs of war, fuming at their mouths with the potent stench of madness.
I am furious, lord forgive me I know not what I do.
I am furious