In the days long past, when time was still young, the universes close from recent birth, The First Black Kompanie marched forth from Khartover into a cosmos littered by the birth remnants of all that can and will be known. Men and Women here band together in blood to become family...brother to sister. A bond built of cosmic source impossible to sunder. The Dark Apostles return from their long rest to again coalesce into a force so fierce stars and planets shift orbits in futile efforts to flee The Kompanie. So run child, cry aloud for your mother, find the warmth of her gentle arms....bury yourself child and know the fear most intimate of all. IT is The Black Kompanie - Victim Burial Unit that rips you away from your Mother but still wrapped in her arms. You scream insanely to the laughs of the night.....The Black Kompanie Rules!
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