Korli Atla

Twice enslaved, torn from the comfort of the only home a soul has right to know. Into the inner recesses of my mind, the tormet follows me. Subjugated, beaten, abused, the soul of my nomadic ancestors is my inspiration, and removes me far away. Now, many times sundered from my mortal flesh my will returns. From the edge of consciousness, far from the removed sensation of association, i bring hatred. Cold and dark, where no touch of warmth or gesture of human kindness can reach. Extend no pity, for i shall show you none.