It's resounding, the tolling of the bell, warning all of the forthcoming of Hell. In lost valleys and darkened hills, the dragons of the gods are swallowing their kills. Red storm rises with not a single sound, ashes of a town lie dead under the ground. A darkening mist unseen by greater gods, now overthrown by such lesser odds. Awaken now, you wise old man, rise to destroy here these holy lands. And warn of him with the missing name, whom in days past you had defamed: An eyeless gaze and a faceless smile, of Voiceless laughter and soulless guile.