Gliding between the centuries of time
And I riped their wings of life.
Their decay period started,
and I know they are destructible!
The void in the center of their hope
Despair I am.
until I wiped out all these minor creatures.
I will never rest until they sunk
Into the dark mud of our tulwod.
I will never rest until they heard
My unearthly sounds of hate.
which have been so sudden.
So unhappy in their deaths,
Sudden, Violent and misterious!