Mountains hit their knees in supplications,
the Seas a-boil with dread anticipation,
Stand, embrace your weir,
Or grovel in your fear,
All that is shall fall, ne'er to rise,
It matters not to lift, or hide, your eyes.
Panicked priests abandon congregations,
in Vain attempt to flee the conflagration,
All that lives shall die,
Existence now denied,
The gods themselves tremble in their halls,
Daring not to peek beyond their walls.
Stand now and face he whose name strikes gibbering madness into the very soul of Chaos.
Whose name makes nightmares quail in terror of the dark.
Before whose feet Armageddon itself lies prostrate, weeping.
Whose name is The Terrible,
Whose name is The Unstoppable,
Whose name is THE END!
Stand now and....uh....face.....hang on......crap, I had it here a second ago.....
Oh well, on an unrelated note, some flea-bitten, horse-humper named Brodon just got dumped off In Anhatep...if anyone is interested...
