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Whispers of a dream long past

When the terror ends at last

Risen like the sun

from darkness the hero comes

Born from the pit of the vile ancient minds

Experiment bred with genetics divine

Soul stitched together from slaves and from beasts

Bred to sustain their unending feast

The sky scorching gods, bringers of pain

Thirst quenched by blood and human remains

Earth cracking demons, takers of light

From some far off world, dressed in the night

The world has stopped, and the stars realigned

Send them away, the time has arrived

Fly to our aid, oh Champion most strong

Brings us together to sing forth the song

Of Clouddweller,

the god slayer

chosen by the cosmos to wield

the thunder

Standing warrior

full of grace

Most dismal of the reject race

And so it came to pass

The hero called to us

Stared them in the eye

Shouts raised to the sky

Child of the star kings, his is their might

Discovered power that burns his soul bright

Lighting he sends forth to seer their skin

Walls broken down, the endgame begins

Of Clouddweller,

the god slayer

chosen by the cosmos to wield

the thunder

Standing

warrior

full of grace

Most dismal of the reject race

A great many people

were killed with the breath

which screamed in rage

at their prospect of death

IT survived,

eschewing fate,

Turning in terror,

they make their escape

They see his likeness

in the depth of space

standing warrior

full of grace

Armed with ship,

shield, and face

he avenged the reject race