So the links to the outside world are yet again choked to breaking point.
The minions of Hades circle around, trying to drag me into the depths of false ecstasy…
But reserves of Electro energy and the volcanic will of The Ghost, put up a wall of steel against the sirens screams.
Another message of hope slips out undetected, just not much getting back in, but my voice won’t be quietened.
The electro sounds continue, the search for the new rather than nostalgia continues, and slowly but surely it’s working.
The flight of the Englishman also continues apace, watch this space for continued developments.
From the depths of hell, you can smell this letter as it’s edges are burning through the flames….
No retreat , no surrender