From the hate, from the torture and carnage, only a few true disciples stood tall through my wrath of evocation. Mutilated with a virulent force, summoned by me. From the floorboards, the limbs bulge out, all around me is fame turned into debris.
Witness the process of extinction, kneel before me!
Witness the process of existence turning into decomposed matter, kneel before me!
"Unholy master, we have heard your calling, heed the defamatory legacy of the Abhorrent Defamael."
Rape and defile in my name!
Next to the final days of humanity, the witching hour draws closer and closer as my torture victims are rotting and suffering.
Here in this mighty kingdom, undead behemoths walk beside me into my castle as the new era begins.
Embrace the power of the unholy spirit.
Becoming death itself, they transfigure, they who wonder in the shadows of terror. This process, as my father has taught me, is to meet their ancestors in the other side of eternity.
Abysswalkers, I welcome you!
Heed thine commandment, from the overlords of torment:
"Dismantle and brutally rape the famous and privileged".
A wicked and perverse act of vengeance, snapping of their jaws crunching their bones and stomping on their insides.
Reaper of fame, Archangel Defamael, grant me strength as I thrust my power and authority upon these heretics.