Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
Cabal (Mobstyle Music)
The only eyes that have ever seen the bottom of The Pit are the dead ones that remain in the freshly decapitated heads that are tossed inside the depths of this deep wicked monstrosity. These heads have landed on a bottomless sea of skulls that have been growing for an unaccountable amount of years, which almost feels like an eternity. There is no life down here. Nothing brеathing or living ever makes its way to thе bottom in this old collection of bones that pile up in this ancient symbol of death. Not even insects or the trace of any random creatures have the instinct, curiosity or will to lurk below the surface to see what lies in the barrens of this old temple. These unseen skulls are only but a symbol of what represents The Cabal and its mysterious group of cloaked Watchers. Be warned, three have come and sat back in the shadows, watching and waiting for the sign for the other three to arrive. Once all of them are in place and positioned in their designated locations within The Pyramid, the rite of passage will begin