Something Wicked This Way Comes
tearing, ripping, churning, burning
sickening sounds, like a feast
nothing can stop it, nothing stops the Beast
alone, I guard the innert sanctum
prestige strengthening my arm
forlorn, I cannot leave my post
enemy's coming, they warn
water drips down the walls
fashioned by finest masons
lying dead within their works
decreed so by kings words
an Echo resounds, but (behind me the virgins)
this is no Greek god
this is no god of mine "I can hear them crying
rend limb from limb
I can hear them crying oh no, they are dying"
"the adepts are dying
oh no, they are dying" grappling, snapping, crushing, bashing
alone, I guard the innert sanctum
spasms wracking my arm funeral sounds, start of feast
fearful, I cannot leave my post nothing can stop it, nothing
I'll never see new dawn stops the Beast
I grip my sword tightly
forged by finest smiths
lying dead on stony floor
their bodies broken to bits
the Beast enters, but
this is no Greek god
this is no god of mine
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