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His footsteps today

Are the lakes of tomorrow

Rumbling cross the wasteland

On crown of godlike steed

Awakened by a clever, ancient word

And bound to me

The ritual was costly

The flesh was long deceased

But as it treads the barren, sickly earth

I know it sees

History marks the vigil

Of mighty Craterhoof

The keeper of all the growing things

The forest wide

But man is a virus,

A dogged, hungry plague

And none but profit can be king

All else dies

Feral legions keen and bark

There, the raptors flying

Behemoth risen

Has promised feast

Tracing fire splits the dark

As the hoof is rising

Too late they scatter

Down the streets

See the hammer as it drops

Can you hear them dying?

Food for hordes

Of maddened beasts

Day of entropy has come

Now the land is fighting

Flashing canines

Bleeding meat is how it ends