Post by allister on May 6, 2010 15:48:11 GMT -6
The scene opens up deep inside a burnt down forest somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Ashes and bones of long dead animals are covering the ground. A little way down a small house which appears to have been a church a long time ago can slightly be seen under the full moons eery glow. The scene cuts. As the camera turns back on, it is near the church doors. The camera pans from left to right, revealing broken out windows and the damage done by a wildfire a long time ago, which must be the reason why the church was abandoned. As the camera tilts a bit upwards to the right, the camera man nearly drops his camera in fright, and then just becomes frozen with fear. On several trees, there are what appears to be two bodies hanging from the tree with a black cloth over their head and a noose around their neck. The scene cuts.
The scene opens up yet again but inside of the church. Dozens of long red candles are lit on the far side of the church on what used to be the altar. Behind the candles a large wooden desk covered in a dark red sheet can be seen. Ontop of the table, two poorly made wooden coffins. A soft eery sounding melody can suddenly be heard inside the walls of this now damned church.
Four men covered in a black gown and a black hood covering most of their face walk through the backdoor of the church. Two men go to each coffin, one in front and one behind. They lift the coffins up carefully and at a slow tempo take them out of the back door. The scene cuts. As the camera turns back on, a loud shuffling sound can be heard from some unknown location near the church. The view of the camera keeps getting blocked out due to something always flying by it, each time the cameraman needing to clean the lens. After a short while, it can finally be noticed that they are clumps of dirt flying past the lens. The proximity of where the shuffling sound is coming from can now be figured out and the camera man heads over that way as the scene cuts once again.
The view of the camera turns back on again, and a man dressed in a black hooded gown can be seen as well. The cameraman assumes its one of the men who came to pick up the coffins and take them out. The man is kneeling down in front of the two coffins which are placed side by side again, about three meters seperating the two. The man has a shovel in his hand which is covered by dark brown dirt. He tosses the shovel to his side and bows his head. He utters a few words so softly that it can’t be made out what he is saying.
He raises his head then lights several candles in front of him. As he does this he gets up slightly, now only on one knee. He puts his hands together as if going into prayer and closes his eyes.
AVE SATANA!
Hail, Satan,
Lord of Darkness,
King of Hell,
Ruler of the Earth,
God of this World!
God Who invites us to become as gods!
Muse of our civilization,
Dread Enemy of its tyrant god!
Satan, mighty Liberator,
Bearer of true Light!
God of our flesh,
God of our minds,
God of our innermost Will!
O mighty Lord Satan,
teach us to become strong and wise!
Teach us to vanquish the enemies
of our freedom and well-being
Rege Satana!
[/b]
The man stands up and pushes the hood covering his head back, revealing a bald man with a black beard. He tilts his head downwards slightly staring at one coffin and then the next. A deep evil chuckle escapes through his lips for just a brief moment. The man walks to the left coffin and opens it up, then to the right one and does the same. What is inside the coffin, if anything, cannot be seen. One square object appears to be imbedded in the ground behind each coffin, each covered with a black sheet as to not reveal what is under them. The man moves directly in between the two coffins and drops to both knees again, he starts to apparently be speaking to someone or something.
Evil, I am calling!
Evil, do you hear?
Evil, I’m imploring!
Please – I beg your ear!
Evil, I beseech you Sir!
Evil, be you near?
Evil, might you spare some time?
Please – you must appear!
Deep in barren ground I feel a rumble and a quake:
Evil stirs beneath me now – oh how the earth doth shake!
Dark begins retreating back and gives to eerie glow:
Light of hues appeal to mind in glory of His show!
I - so truly worthy - view Evil’s phosphorescence!
I - so truly honoured - scent Evil’s rancid essence!
Whenceforth He rose – ‘twas Evil’s phantasm!
Climax unfolds in Evil’s orgasm!
He lowered His sight to peer my form
From orbits sunk in fiery storm.
Incredulous now, and twice in awe, I
Harkened close to Evil’s roar:
‘I Evil, appear at your request!
Pray tell, of what is thine behest!
Your say must be bold, for you do not run, and
You’re evil enough - is my work not done?
So speak of your wanting, my impious serf,
To hail my cathedral so deep in this earth. ’
I pulled up with pride and pushed out my chest:
‘Though I be Man in all his great fame,
My evil is lacking - my damage is lame - I
I crave for the power that you can instill, to
Heighten my evil and drive up the thrill! '
Evil stared in disbelief:
Could I see a trace of grief?
‘I, Evil, must say unto you:
I see wars of destruction - both savage and wild -
People lay dying – that’s woman and child!
All of mankind lay poisoned and green
From virus of hatred – oh this I have seen!
You fight and you kill and maim animals and all:
Much blood do you spill while you torture and maul.
You build up a town to destroy with your bombs then
Stab with your knives as you ravage your tombs!
You’re evil bar none, you ignorant fool:
I’ve no more to give – you already rule!
Evil am I - but only in noun:
You are the Lord that stands in your gown of
Evil and death – and terminal breath!
A figure is all that I am unto you –
A mirror to show and reflect
The evil in actions of all that you do:
Appeasement and love? You reject! '
I stood there in silence to ponder his words -
And remained deep in thought ever since.
[/b]
The man returns to his feet and from under his cloak pulls out a vial that is filled with some sort of red liquid. He walks to each coffin and throws some of the liquid, which can now be made out to see that it is blood, in a cross formation. He then proceeds to pour some of the blood over his head right before he chucks the vial away. He reaches under his cloak with both of his hands and pulls out two medieval looking daggers. The man stabs one of the daggers into the middle of the inside of each coffin. Now the camera finally moves closer and points down to see the chilling sight that in each coffin is laying one of the bodies that had been hung on a tree in front of the church, noose still tied around their neck as well as a cross of the blood the man threw onto them, and a dagger sticking through the chest where the heart would be. The man walks behind the coffins now and grabs ahold of both of the black sheets covering the two objects imbedded in the ground behind the coffins. He swiftly pulls them off, revealing two tombstones, one with the name Destructor on it, and one Shawn Styles. He then bows down and grabs ahold of two chains, one leading to each coffin.
Black: Destructor, Shawn Styles. This will be you come Friday. This will be your home after our match, in this very graveyard. Make your peace with god now, beg for your sins to be forgiven, because after Friday, it will be too late.
He pulls the chains back and both coffins fall rougly inside of the hole under them, making a loud crashing noise as they slam against the ground. The scene cuts.[/size]
The scene opens up yet again but inside of the church. Dozens of long red candles are lit on the far side of the church on what used to be the altar. Behind the candles a large wooden desk covered in a dark red sheet can be seen. Ontop of the table, two poorly made wooden coffins. A soft eery sounding melody can suddenly be heard inside the walls of this now damned church.
Four men covered in a black gown and a black hood covering most of their face walk through the backdoor of the church. Two men go to each coffin, one in front and one behind. They lift the coffins up carefully and at a slow tempo take them out of the back door. The scene cuts. As the camera turns back on, a loud shuffling sound can be heard from some unknown location near the church. The view of the camera keeps getting blocked out due to something always flying by it, each time the cameraman needing to clean the lens. After a short while, it can finally be noticed that they are clumps of dirt flying past the lens. The proximity of where the shuffling sound is coming from can now be figured out and the camera man heads over that way as the scene cuts once again.
The view of the camera turns back on again, and a man dressed in a black hooded gown can be seen as well. The cameraman assumes its one of the men who came to pick up the coffins and take them out. The man is kneeling down in front of the two coffins which are placed side by side again, about three meters seperating the two. The man has a shovel in his hand which is covered by dark brown dirt. He tosses the shovel to his side and bows his head. He utters a few words so softly that it can’t be made out what he is saying.
He raises his head then lights several candles in front of him. As he does this he gets up slightly, now only on one knee. He puts his hands together as if going into prayer and closes his eyes.
AVE SATANA!
Hail, Satan,
Lord of Darkness,
King of Hell,
Ruler of the Earth,
God of this World!
God Who invites us to become as gods!
Muse of our civilization,
Dread Enemy of its tyrant god!
Satan, mighty Liberator,
Bearer of true Light!
God of our flesh,
God of our minds,
God of our innermost Will!
O mighty Lord Satan,
teach us to become strong and wise!
Teach us to vanquish the enemies
of our freedom and well-being
Rege Satana!
[/b]
The man stands up and pushes the hood covering his head back, revealing a bald man with a black beard. He tilts his head downwards slightly staring at one coffin and then the next. A deep evil chuckle escapes through his lips for just a brief moment. The man walks to the left coffin and opens it up, then to the right one and does the same. What is inside the coffin, if anything, cannot be seen. One square object appears to be imbedded in the ground behind each coffin, each covered with a black sheet as to not reveal what is under them. The man moves directly in between the two coffins and drops to both knees again, he starts to apparently be speaking to someone or something.
Evil, I am calling!
Evil, do you hear?
Evil, I’m imploring!
Please – I beg your ear!
Evil, I beseech you Sir!
Evil, be you near?
Evil, might you spare some time?
Please – you must appear!
Deep in barren ground I feel a rumble and a quake:
Evil stirs beneath me now – oh how the earth doth shake!
Dark begins retreating back and gives to eerie glow:
Light of hues appeal to mind in glory of His show!
I - so truly worthy - view Evil’s phosphorescence!
I - so truly honoured - scent Evil’s rancid essence!
Whenceforth He rose – ‘twas Evil’s phantasm!
Climax unfolds in Evil’s orgasm!
He lowered His sight to peer my form
From orbits sunk in fiery storm.
Incredulous now, and twice in awe, I
Harkened close to Evil’s roar:
‘I Evil, appear at your request!
Pray tell, of what is thine behest!
Your say must be bold, for you do not run, and
You’re evil enough - is my work not done?
So speak of your wanting, my impious serf,
To hail my cathedral so deep in this earth. ’
I pulled up with pride and pushed out my chest:
‘Though I be Man in all his great fame,
My evil is lacking - my damage is lame - I
I crave for the power that you can instill, to
Heighten my evil and drive up the thrill! '
Evil stared in disbelief:
Could I see a trace of grief?
‘I, Evil, must say unto you:
I see wars of destruction - both savage and wild -
People lay dying – that’s woman and child!
All of mankind lay poisoned and green
From virus of hatred – oh this I have seen!
You fight and you kill and maim animals and all:
Much blood do you spill while you torture and maul.
You build up a town to destroy with your bombs then
Stab with your knives as you ravage your tombs!
You’re evil bar none, you ignorant fool:
I’ve no more to give – you already rule!
Evil am I - but only in noun:
You are the Lord that stands in your gown of
Evil and death – and terminal breath!
A figure is all that I am unto you –
A mirror to show and reflect
The evil in actions of all that you do:
Appeasement and love? You reject! '
I stood there in silence to ponder his words -
And remained deep in thought ever since.
[/b]
The man returns to his feet and from under his cloak pulls out a vial that is filled with some sort of red liquid. He walks to each coffin and throws some of the liquid, which can now be made out to see that it is blood, in a cross formation. He then proceeds to pour some of the blood over his head right before he chucks the vial away. He reaches under his cloak with both of his hands and pulls out two medieval looking daggers. The man stabs one of the daggers into the middle of the inside of each coffin. Now the camera finally moves closer and points down to see the chilling sight that in each coffin is laying one of the bodies that had been hung on a tree in front of the church, noose still tied around their neck as well as a cross of the blood the man threw onto them, and a dagger sticking through the chest where the heart would be. The man walks behind the coffins now and grabs ahold of both of the black sheets covering the two objects imbedded in the ground behind the coffins. He swiftly pulls them off, revealing two tombstones, one with the name Destructor on it, and one Shawn Styles. He then bows down and grabs ahold of two chains, one leading to each coffin.
Black: Destructor, Shawn Styles. This will be you come Friday. This will be your home after our match, in this very graveyard. Make your peace with god now, beg for your sins to be forgiven, because after Friday, it will be too late.
He pulls the chains back and both coffins fall rougly inside of the hole under them, making a loud crashing noise as they slam against the ground. The scene cuts.[/size]