5:20 p.m. - 2007-10-25
Foundation
Demon holds the soul tight and it beckons to uphold the promise. Spill the blood upon the prayers, sacred word tainted by sin. Foundations built upon corruption will fall. The souls lost in the making of the temple, scream out.

Born out of pain, the child bears only death. He feeds his recheted heart with reasons to fulfill the will. Never known, he plays the devil's requiem, with his own skull and bones. Grave-born, the child becomes the great unknown.