In the realm of eternal glory, death reigns supreme, ruler of all things Man. A point of view old and decayed, perpetrator of a forgotten world. Truth lies still on forest ground, awaiting the death of all. Victory will come to all and none, and Mother will rejoice. A matriarch with no descent fears not a thing and waits in glory. Trust in no one, least of all your self, for you are your worst enemy. Disguise and hide, bury and cloak, dwell underground, never fly ! Be like a worm, a toad or fox, for they outlive the best of men. They dig their graves as their cradles, deep underneath the core of Jord.