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The beast I saw had no face,

but I could hear the howling.

A flesh arounded by dirt,

the anathema of beauty,

nature in its morbid way.

Its breath insuflates darkness,

like a sickened chant.

The amber of its two possessed

eyes

which shrine by hate were

Evil's one.

With power it rises, a froth of

caving madness.

Bones of victims height 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.