Thunderbeast

Darkzone Anthem - Night In Gales this is the march of the beast headhunter's feast a hymn for those pulsing with this lustful disease bearing the marrow of thousand fattered nights the powers of thornfleshed death battlethirst and scarage wrath feel

Deeply seared by a stampede of pain Our bejewelled feathers fall from ebony skies, Down onto this shattered masquerade, Enfolding the eve with a triumphant gleam of amorous tears... Ardously they fall, to burn upon all sunken thrones, forever-more...

through thousand razorages i carried the mark of yet another thousand tragedies we are the chaosdeath warriors spat from damnation's feverthorndreams the glorious plague is ours ! ...fed by the warslut's travesty the mark that, in rapture and pain, o

javelins hither ! envenom my breast ! ...as minstrels of pestilence intrude ! penetrate ! blacken the fount of chaosraves... a rapturous onslaught bastardblade stampede sparked daggers stabbing onward to each and every thornwombsleep... intruder, int