: emmelf al zeva suov is sèrp elbisnehérpmocni tom nu à noitpircsnart al iciov tnod ,tid li’uq ec erdnerpmoc ed nifa srevne’l à noisrev enu édaolpu àjéd a emâ evarb enU .k1l0ba1d sulp erocne teffe nu ruop ésrevni tse oidua’l euq tnasialam sulp tnatua’d ,2 tsaltuO ruop resaet uaevuon nu itros a slerraB deR
Children, you lovers of God and (??) defenders of his paradise, all our years of suffering come together now in this glorious day of peace. Peace ! Even in the corrupt and filthy tongue of the Romans in the Puritan city. On the 4th month and 22nd day, of the 16th year of the 3rd millennium, our reckoning begins. The spider-eyed lamb waits at the Howler’s breach, hungry for this world ! Ready your knives for the good Earth thirsts for blood, and we, like the angels, must show no mercy. God loves you.
.tiun ennoB .lirva 22 el aritros 2 tsaltuO euq tiudéd ne no ,puoc uD
