Vidundret/The Behemoth

"The distant wardrums are now not so distant. The cries of the beast are rolling cross the terrain, a cry of arrogance it is. The sickening flesh of the beast spreads an odour of decay and despair through the landscape. It's a machinery of taking, devouring all that is in it's way. It's many faces glares, emptily, into the distance towards the sound of the drums. It has heard them so many times before, heard the intent to destroy it, to feast on it's flesh and use it's severed parts as the foundation of a world without it. A world not ruled by it's will, it's hunger but the desire of many, of the free. A sadness is seen in one of it's faces, if only temporary. The tired beast heaves itself around, standing ready for battle. In the distance the first of the many and the free can be seen. Now is the hour of battle. It cries out it's arrogance and hunger towards the distance. The war must be fought as so many times before. The many weapons glisten and the cry of the will of the free meets the arrogant cry of the beast. Now is the time of war. Now is the time of the beast. Now everything is possible, nothing can't be done. What remains after the battle only time will tell."