Shadows of night still creeping, all is silence broken only by weeping.
It is the time we revere for it hides and blinds us as though nothing was wrong. Our time has come, it is darkest before the dawn.
Hellspawn from their nests come crawling. Proud of their work for all across the land, carnage and death lay sprawling.
Smoke pouring from rubble, stench of dying, all the world dies and Death walks laughing.
Sorry souls wandering, seeking protection, finding none for this is the beginning of the end, the Dawn of Destruction.
Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 07-09-99).]