天下制覇

They can’t all be gems.

Litany:

Lo shall the gates of Nifleheim open and the day of His reckoning be upon us in a torrent of icy flame and frigid wrath. A plague of curses o’er the land, robbing all of their will and sealing the soul in a sea of despair. Hurricanes are blowing, the voice of rage and ruin;  the end is coming soon. The foulest stench shall fill the air, the funk of forty thousand years that no mere mortal can resist. You will feel the cold hand and wonder if you will ever see the sun. It destroys all the virtues the lord gave you, but is so good that you’re feeling pain. You will want to run away, not caring where you go. Anarchy and chaos rule the street. Welcome to the slaughter, what are you going to do?

I apoogize. This concept was a lot more humorous in my head than it ended up being. There are also surprisingly fewer songs about the end of the world than I thought. Somebody should really get on that. Now to the Aroduc Jet! Aroduc AWAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Preview:

Everybody takes another bath.