Scrawled in blood on: January 16, 2003

So, you've crossed through the borders of slippage. You've forced your way past the gates. You've fought your way through the dead the dying and the damned. And now, you've climbed the burning moutain. Well done, well done indeed. Welcome--traveler--to Sheol: the place of dying dreams and newborn nightmares. Now, wanderer,look--and behold! The last key is within our grasp! Even as I speak, two of our finest on the hunt are closing in for the kill. Don't you worry, not a second, the key cannot run much longer and it cannot hide forever. And when we claim it at last, we can open the doors and let the slaughter begin!

Can you gimme a Hallelujah?