THE WINGED MAN

AT THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN TWO MIGHTY RIVERS CONVERGE THERE IT’S A QUIET, SLEEPY TOWN WHERE A SPECTRE HAUNTS THE HILLS A DARK OMEN OF THE END UNFURLS HIS GREAT BLACK WINGS AGAINST A SILVERY MOON CASTING SOMBER SILHOUETTES HE GAZED UPON THE WRECKAGE AS LIFE’S LAST LIGHT IS STOLEN A SUNKEN GRAVE MARKS THEIR FATE CALAMITY, DISASTER THE TWISTED STEEL COLLAPSES THE LAST GASPS OF DYING LIPS CHOKED OUT WITH AN ICE COLD GRIP CORPSES SINK BELOW THE WAVES IT CIRCLES THE SKY ABOVE THEM HARBINGER OF ABSOLUTION VULTURES DRAW. TO THE SCENT OF DEATH AND MANKIND’S FINAL DESTRUCTION

HE COMES UPON A WHISPER IN THE DARK COLD OF WINTER FROM A PLACE AMONGST THE TREES SPREADING FEAR AMIDST MY DREAMS THE SHADOWS STARE AT MIDNIGHT GLOWING EYES IN THE MOONLIGHT HE BRINGS AN URGENT WARNING ALL HOPE DIES IN THE MORNING STORIES TELL OF WICKED THINGS HUSHED VOICES AND SILENT SCREAMS SPEAK NOT HIS NAME AMONGST YE TERROR SPREADS WITHIN YOUR DREAMS HEED HIM, THE PORTENT OF DOOM DARKNESS, THE SHADOW THAT LOOMS HAUNTED, THIS NOCTURNAL FIEND NIGHTMARES BECOME WAKING DREAMS

A REFLECTION BROKEN UPON CRESTING WAVES LIT BY THE MOONLIGHT A CHILL ON THE WIND THAT RUNS UP YOUR SPINE PROPHECY ALIVE THE RETURN OF THE MOTH THUNDER HEADS ROLL IN VEIL THE VIEW OF THE SKYLINE OBSCURED BY THE RAIN HIDING HIS SHAPE BIDING HIS TIME CIRCLING ABOVE PROPHETIC INCURSION WHAT ONCE WAS SHALL SOON COME TO BE WITNESS THEE, EYES IN THE MOONLIGHT REIGN FOR ETERNITY FROM THE SHADOWS THE PRESENCE IMMORTAL HAUNTING THE NIGHT HE HAS RETURNED TO GUIDE US TO GRAVES AND VANQUISH THE LIGHT THE ANCIENT CURSE STALKS FROM THE HILLS THIRSTING FOR SOULS SPIRIT OF OLD SPECTRE OF NIGHT RULE ETERNALLY SO SHALL HE BE, HEARKEN THE END AN ANGEL OF DEATH