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