A dissection of a dying universe, where hope is a long-forgotten memory and despair is the only constant. It's a collection of echoes, whispers from the abyss, where the laughter of thirsting gods mingles with the screams of the damned. There are no heroes here, no grand narratives of victory. Just the endless grind of survival, the futile struggle against the encroaching darkness.

Memories of forgotten battlefields, churned and re-churned by the tread of countless boots, the very soil composed of the mingled dust of shattered bone and pulverized rock. Picture the reeking charnel houses of battle, where the mutant and the outcast scrabble for survival amidst the dripping pipes and flickering torches.

We build our empires on bones, our cathedrals on skulls. We fight and die for a cause we barely understand, a future that will never come. Our lives are measured in moments of terror, our deaths in anonymous piles amidst the rubble. Here, amidst the rusted wreckage and decaying spires, the true cost of eternal war is laid bare.

Litany of War is a dirge for a dying universe, a lament for the lost and the damned.

It is the truth, stripped bare, ugly and undeniable.

Look closer, if you dare. But don't expect to find solace here. Only the cold comfort of shared suffering, the bitter truth of our own insignificance.