ON THE EDGE.

OF THE CRATER.

LIKE THE PROPHETS ONCE SAID

AND THE ASHES.

ARE ALL COLD NOW

NO MORE BULLETS.

AND THE EMBERS ARE DEAD

WHISPERS IN THE AIR

TELL OF TALES

OF THE BROTHERS GONE

DESOLATION

DEVASTATION

WHAT A MESS WE MADE

WHEN IT ALL WENT WRONG.

WATCHING

FROM THE EDGE

OF THE CIRCUS

FOR THE GAMES TO BEGIN

GLADIATORS