I stand atop a furious peak,
On a mountain made of the circuitry of nightmares,
Master of Rage,
Commander of Madness,
I stand my ground,
Through eons untold.
I've made my stay,
Here on this mountain,
Since the moon was a young man,
Since the humans,
Were first flung into existence,
Since before mighty steel met titanic flint,
And struck the sun alight.
And here I stand, continuously,
On this aberrated mound,
Blasted by the tempests and tornadoes,
A corrupted hurricane of villainy,
Stirring up from the valley of technological disaster.
It is I who cast lightning from my fingers,
To weigh down your heinous inventions,
It is I who calls down the thunder,
To shatter your understanding,
It is I who calls up terrors unknown,
To ruin your reason,
And throw down your sanity.
One day, I will move from this hideous crag,
And bring my fury,
Into your cities,
Into your civilized lives,
And upset everything you know,
You will remember the day,
Red letter event,
The day that the Madness and Rage,
Brought the storms to you,
Filled your streets,
With rampaging creatures,
Full of slime and ire,
In your doors and out,
Bringing everything you've created,
Everything you've encumbered,
The man on the mountain with,
Back to you forever.
