Post by vimac on Oct 30, 2011 10:54:50 GMT -6
{An abandoned farmhouse somewhere in the Midwest is shown. It looks ravaged by the years, and a distinct lack of care. A large, prison-garbed figure steps just into view of the camera with his right side visible. He has a crimson "6" on his sleeve, the uniform is faded to charcoal from jet black, as if it hasn't been taken off in years. The man is wearing a mask, which resembles a mutilated clown. He begins to chuckle as he looks upon the house. We notice now why he is chuckling, as the house is smoking, and beginning to burn. The sun is setting and the flames resemble the leaves on the trees mixed with the setting sun. The man begins to speak, his low bass-baritone voice trumping the rising wind.}
Crow flies south,
Winter coming with fire,
Empty Nest burns.
{Another cackle comes out of his lips as he turns to face the camera. He backs up, gesturing with his large arms toward the burning home. The abandoned house looks like it hasn't been used in over twenty years.}
Born here, Live here, Burn here.
Nothing left, burn to ash.
Allowing the curse to be passed.
Coming, it is coming.
It is raped, disfigured, disgruntled, disturbed.
{He begins to beat the sides of his head with his massive fists until the long nails on his hands cause his palms to bleed. He drips the blood onto the mask, tilting his head and allowing the blood to run into his eyes. The mouth of the mask is smiling, much as he must be under it.}
Happiness is pain.
Pain is strength.
Coming, soon. Devil's Night.
Rise from below,
Come from nowhere.
Foot in Grave.
Foot on Throat.
Coming, walking, Running. Marching.
Hear them calling.
{The flames are now engulfing the whole of the house and he turns, observing his handiwork. The house is no more, and whatever the reason he chose to destroy it will remain unknown. He continues.}
Coming, nCw.
Pain coming.
No place to hide.
Devil's Night.
Demon's rise.
Welcome to the End.
{He walks off camera and we fade to black, as the building crumbles under the weight of the flames.}
Crow flies south,
Winter coming with fire,
Empty Nest burns.
{Another cackle comes out of his lips as he turns to face the camera. He backs up, gesturing with his large arms toward the burning home. The abandoned house looks like it hasn't been used in over twenty years.}
Born here, Live here, Burn here.
Nothing left, burn to ash.
Allowing the curse to be passed.
Coming, it is coming.
It is raped, disfigured, disgruntled, disturbed.
{He begins to beat the sides of his head with his massive fists until the long nails on his hands cause his palms to bleed. He drips the blood onto the mask, tilting his head and allowing the blood to run into his eyes. The mouth of the mask is smiling, much as he must be under it.}
Happiness is pain.
Pain is strength.
Coming, soon. Devil's Night.
Rise from below,
Come from nowhere.
Foot in Grave.
Foot on Throat.
Coming, walking, Running. Marching.
Hear them calling.
{The flames are now engulfing the whole of the house and he turns, observing his handiwork. The house is no more, and whatever the reason he chose to destroy it will remain unknown. He continues.}
Coming, nCw.
Pain coming.
No place to hide.
Devil's Night.
Demon's rise.
Welcome to the End.
{He walks off camera and we fade to black, as the building crumbles under the weight of the flames.}