A dark silhouette of creature, poised, crouched on The corner of a cliffs edge, waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently, red eyes filled with fire and torment gleam With a frenzied brightness across the shadowed valleys below
A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence which once ruled The plains. The creature is unmoved by the commotion of the Noise, and the blinding fork of lightning which strikes only a few Yards from where it lays - in wait - for something
Wings spread in a magnificent fullness the creature stands in Full glory, inhaling deeply, the ice cold air, each fendon and muscle Ripping in an almighty stance of the great dimensional deify
From the far far west a chariot of fire emerges traveling at a Fremendous speed forwards the creature
As if in a maddened state of farina the creature leaps up Off the ridge and hovers with dignity, in the now cloudless sky It's long red hair blowing freely in the wind The chariot emerges and with a sharp swift movement, the Creature takes the reins then flies off into the night, howling Out immortal cries of predication and war
Warriors gather slowly round the sacred city hell Satan screams a vengeance on the land his angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn the heaven into dust...