The Ionian fire – it flickers and falls in the cold wind. In the streets, the cities ablaze – the final descent, the spirals turning; the barricades are breaking. At breakneck speed, a celestial pestilence descends upon the world and delivers a sacred gift of everlasting death. 

Annihilate, envenom, impregnate! Decimate – reduce to ashes. war of attrition – a sullen contrition, the stench of redemption – we have no need of your salvation 

Get on board the ship, it’s sinking – the barricades are breaking! Raise the standard from the broken city wall – another harbinger of doom, a herald of annihilation. Can’t you hear the wolves at the door? The barricades are breaking.