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The beast I saw had no face,

but I could hear its howling.

A flesh arounded by dirt,

the anathema of beauty,

nature in its morbid way.

Its breath insuflates darkness,

like a sickened chant.

The ember of its two possessed eyes

which shrine by hate were Evil's one.

With power it rises,

a froth of raving madness.

Bones of victims bright to its glory;

an eternal one.

The alpha-wolf's anger is a call of war,

a blood-hate charge under the flag of demons.

Near its path of ashes, I'm in its gathering;

the congregation of the Dark Ones.