THE OBSCURA REGNUM

When your streets are choked with plague,

And when babes are crying from starvation,

He will be your salvation.

Inevitably, the lords and ladies will get their throats slit,

Their gold will crumble into dust before being handed to the poor.

But He will be your salvation!

THE SEVEN KINGDOMS

ENTER THE CODE:



HIS WRATH IS NOT DIVINE.

PLEASE, TURN BACK.