Ah, 2 weeks to wait before the senses come alive again~!
The feel of the sword in one hand, your throat in the other.
The wailing and begging of your women and children, as we slaughter our way through your streets.
The sight of your cities crumbling, the terrified club-waving children as they fall around us.
The taste of your blood.
The stench…er…sweet aroma…of Death.
Oh, and Happy New Years to you all~!