The Second Approach, Part 1 --------------------------- I look down on the stars and to Tellus and I wonder... is this everything? Everything and nothing at the same time the infinity of life and death. Humans - Beneath the sky they live their phatethic lifes, unaware of the real thruth They're doubtless about the octagram the answer to everything and all. And still... Raining spikes! Torment flesh! Torture mind! Raping souls! The nocturnal eternal approach is upon you Your life is totaly worthless and you know it! This is the night of the raining spikes Raining spikes in the face of Tellus Human kind was in fact lost all the time you're all doubtless worms of the human breed you have to be evils manifistation on earth I want to vomit spikes on your reproductive organs. The Second Approach, Part 2 --------------------------- This is the night of the raining spikes the final extinction of the human breed I represent the alien forces from the octagram this is our second visit to the blue planet. Human resistance is worthless and pathetic You're all... pathetic Your xenophobia is in no use when we're done, you're all one of us. You're killing each other in the name of religion, politics, relationships and regions how can you fight us with that spirit you're all out of ammunition when we arrive. It's better for you to be burned on a stake and get the corpse ashes raped. Than living. Here. You never existed, your life was a total failure. you think you survived, but you failed, you fucker. It only lasts a few moments, you were never alive anyway. I want you to be dead as cold norwegian nights You're going to drown in your own excrements a worty death to an unworty human being. To all of your problems; The answer is death suicide is a genuine effect and solution life starts with a scream. And that's the way it ends you have to feel death to know what the octagram truly is. How can you loose something you never had And when it's all revelead, you're careless. And dead. The battle is already wone. You loose. Again. Fool! Some patterns never change. Welcome to the octagram.