The Foreboding Essence

By Harvist

On Wolfskin Clad

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As one mountain crested as did yet another

As a fist thrown toward the sun

While slamming down upon frozen seas

The skies ring with thunder

Lightning stabs the heavens

Water rumbles blood and waves break with fire

May time cease to exist this world a funeral

For wretched mankind

Burdened by the weight of its husk