MortalDead13

From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sounds of children screaming - as thought from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows... I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.