THE VISIONS OF NICOLAUS FAREL 1921 (Part 5)

Come receive your reward as death reveals your Dragon-lord, as pain repeals your precious whore. The light fades to blackest death. Sons of liberty, ye have gone astray. Harken to the voice behind thee: Behold this is the way. I saw stones raised in a southern place to testify through decades of the schemes of the proud and base. The sacrifice of the masses for the life of a chosen few.