To Drag Down in Their Reeking Talons the Weary and Hopeless Remnants of a Jaded, Decayed, War-despairing Mankind. I Await the Day When the Claws of Doom Shall Rise. Worshipping Their Ancient Stone Idols and Carving Their Own Detestable Likenesses On Subterranean Obelisks of Blood-soaked Granite. Slithering Forth from the Bowels of Their Infernal Pits. I Dare Not Again Surrender to the Deep Sleep Which Ever Beckons Me. The Unending Sorrows and Suffering of an Abysmal Humankind.
Silently Watching Through the Ages in Cold, Curious Apathy. Of the Pre-Human Serpent Folk and Communed with Long-dead Reptiles.
I Hath Dreamed Black and Grim, Desolate Visions
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