𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕥

… After the battle, masterless cattle … Overlords hanging by a thread With a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow We'll be atop the heap … While the rest of Hell's pissing … Alastor's missing … Fled with his tail between his legs Nature abhors a power vacuum That leaves room for you and me The future of Hell belongs to the Vees