"Unto that barren patch of blasted heath I shambled, bruised and bleeding, numb to thought. Eyes stricken with the sight of what beneath forsaken heavens dying must bequeath to men who have with madness cast their lot." Source: The Monolith
"Unto that barren patch of blasted heath I shambled, bruised and bleeding, numb to thought. Eyes stricken with the sight of what beneath forsaken heavens dying must bequeath to men who have with madness cast their lot." Source: The Monolith