THE RISING 
OF THE CEN
TURY DID N
OT BRING C
ATHARSIS. 
THE RISING 
OF THE CEN
TURY DID N
OT BRING S
ALVATION. 
THE CRACK 
IS GETTING 
DEEPER, TH
E FLAMES A
RE BURNING 
HIGHER. LO
ST AND HUN
TED REFUGE
ES ARE CHA
NTING IN T
HE CIRCLE. 
THE PREDAT
ORS OF THE 
GREAT DIVI
DE ARE CUT
TING THEIR 
THROATS, S
LICING THE
IR GUTS, A
ND DRINKIN
G THEIR BL
OOD. THIS 
WORLD WAS 
ALWAYS FER
TILE AT TH
E ROOT OF 
OUR TONGUE
S. OUR TON
GUES WERE 
ALWAYS CUT 
AT THE ROO
T OF OUR W
ORDS. WE H
AVE REACHE
D THE GOOD 
AND EVIL A
ND WE DIDN'
T SPEAK MU
CH. BLOODY 
SOIL - FER
TILE LAND, 
BLOODY SOI
L - FERTIL
E LAND. BU
T THEN WE 
HAD TO LEA
VE TO GO F
URTHER, TH
ROUGH BLIS
TERING HEA
T, CHASING 
DEATH, ERA
SING DISTA
NCE DEVOUR
ING TIME W
ITH INFINI
TE GREED. 
NOW WE ARE 
HERE SENSI
TIVE TO SH
ADOWS, SPE
AKING TO T
HE DEAD AN
D BURNING 
ALIVE IN O
UR RITUAL 
SONGS. THE 
SKY IS SET 
ALIGHT AS 
THOUGH THE 
STARS WERE 
AT WAR. TH
E DESERT I
S BURNING 
WITH COLD 
FLAMES. WH
ITE ASTRON
AUTS ARE R
EFLECTED O
N THE SURF
ACE. GOLDE
N MOUNTAIN
S ARE SHIN
ING IN THE 
DISTANCE. 
THIS IS TH
E BLACK CI
RCLE AND T
HIS THE BL
ACK CROSS. 
THIS IS TH
E DARK FUN
ERAL AT MI
DNIGHT. A 
BLOODY HOR
IZON HAS C
ONSUMED TH
E SUN IN T
HE MACHINE 2000 
AND ONE.