Our time is upon us. Master! Appear! Over the nocturnal sky from the mountains of black we ride. Fly! All thy servants fly through the serpents darkened sky. Hears the opponent cry, ravaged by his terror. Master! We ride with the storm in his name, the sire, wolves king. Enter the power coursing through veins of the night. Who gathers winds, summons thunder, summons rain, summons might? Power ripples through me. Armageddons thunder will bring others to my side. The throne is mine. A blackened storm of evil. Evil. Evil. Evil. Master! We ride with the storm to take revenge in the sky upon the one who cast thee from his side.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 00:42:29 +0000