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
[THE CREATURE LAUGHS]
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.
"AT WAR WITH SATAN"
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....