He plucks the threads that make us dance, finger and toe.

[Schmellements Clawk]

He plucks the threads that make us dance, finger and toe.

We surrender, enjoy to the lowest of the foul and rank.

We submerge through darkness, rancid filth, hour by hour we move downward, ever closer to hell. In a slow, steady gait.

Now, let the world resonate.

Sloth, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Lust, Wrath, and Pride.

A bell of chaos that tolls human desires.

After two thousand long years, the one sealed gate to the demonic world will open.

Destruction! Carnage of Despair! Let your instincts drive you. Entrap this world in fear! As its very name Temen-ni-gru strikes terror into the hearts of mankind.

And I, will become the order to rule this wasteland, engulf with pandemonium. The demonic power that Sparda once imprisoned... will be mine!

[Il Duce]

THIS IS SPARDA

[beebles]

tu fui, ego eris

[ArcticSwirlClock]

You gotta bite off it's head and drink all the blood or you won't get it's power.