(Sequel to Firestorm)

With the season of decay upon us

The unavoidable shortening of days

Azazel changes form with twilights might

and as a wolf it haunts the forrest maze



He is the first and worst

of seven plagues that

I have caused my people

to face in desperation



Accusing fingers point in my direction

To slay the beast I must take swift action

and undo the wrongs that stain my past



Returning prosperous years at last

Tonight we'll see whom takes the fall

as we seek out the greatest plague of all



To the undying forrest we ride

A sense of fear never leaving our side

as we wait for twilight



Twaedebuster Jacht

We must prevail before dark

In the surreal surroundings

of the shimmerland

where reality blends with the other world

the carrion ravens look down on us

They look upon us

as on bloody dead meat to be



Out of obscure shades of grey

the hellhound leaps forth

with an insatiable need to slay

We will stand our ground or perish



My hands freeze around

the hilt of my blade

Whom shalt the first step take?



With an inhuman roar the massacre starts

with a dozen strikes the monsters trunk

of which ten cut nothing but air

Numerous assaults bring us poor results



and make us fall back in despair

Five of eight lay dead in blood

steaming on the chilling air

Two more storm forth just to



have their throats torn by the jaws of death

The last man trades temporary

for eternity

Now it is me and

him in stalemate



It is wounded and fatigued as I seperate

his grinning head at the last signs of day

Yet again I dig the graves