Sinister Countdown- Striga Capella
Scream loud between these wandering trees, And grind teeth against twig and stone. With eyes that see upon twisting planes, A devious mind does grow. Horns that twist channeled deep with dark veins, And a mouth that has many a voice. A vassal am I for whomever to use, With blood that begs to feed. … More Sinister Countdown- Striga Capella