ABOVE THE EARTH SWARM THOUSANDS
ON THE GROUND THEY RUN BY THE SIGN OF THE SUN
IN THE WASTES SUMMONS A VOICE
A VOICE OF DESTRUCTION, THE CALLS FOR STARVATION
ABOMINATION TOWARDS TEH SUN
NOW THERE IS NOWHERE TO RUNFOUL AND CURSED
A HOME OF UGLINESS, TORTURE AND PAINTAKE ME THERETHE HORROR THAT HIDES BEHIND THIS SUPERNATURAL BEING
FOUL AND CURSEDTHE STENCH OF THIS DESERT
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
HE IS LORD OF FLIES
