I am your lasting chance of peace, your only chance!

Your faint heart beat

Voice trickling from your fragile shell

What do they do when they mark me?

They sit, they watch, they desire my ability, in words I am without match.

The Imposer where is he?

The time is nearly upon us my children, the hour to make your mark

To leave your testament like a repressive memory

Crushing us under the pressure,

Angering what ribbons of soul you had left

Heartache will arrive on swift wings….

In the midst of the anguish we will hang on to your every word

Unable to think, unable to remember ourself, awaiting our new seducer

The Imposer who is he?

Begging for our new orders

Of our own free will we obey all your future commands!

Without question, without hesitation

Your words have burnt my mind like acid

Sold to us on the market of death

You need know this

Only that he is coming, only that you shall surrender, never to question

Never to resist

The Imposer what is he?

Separate yourself from the sheep…..

Harbinge your soul for his fire my children, hold him in your heart,

You now have a new reason for living, for dying, a new future, a new God

The Imposer will beat along with you!

Mark yourselves, silence yourselves for his truth...