After years-- after centuries-- of being shackled to that pathetic human... after an eternity of restraint, of repression, of resistance... at last. It has finally come to pass! At last, it is finally over!
It is the Demon who dominates, now! It is the Demon who will deal with our ruthless enemies! Instead of fading into Limbo, so an imposter can take my place -- I now have another chance to fight for my existence!
Let me see if I have this straight -- we're to storm an impenetrable fort? Once inside we slay demons unknown -- and recover from them your hort? Excuse me, in rhyming desperation, I used Hank Williams' pronunciation!
When men first lived like fools in caves -- I was there to fill their graves. The day they first invented fire, ten score of souls did feel my ire! I hated man who sought salvation! I tricked them into sweet damnation! I've always hated peace and love! I've naught but hate for the Lord above! In God's sweet love men can rejoice -- but I ne'er heard His blessed voice speak out and offer me the choice, to drink His blessed wine... For that's my place within His game, to be cast out and get the blame, for all these acts of mortal shame... You know what I say? FINE.
General Stuart-- the ghost in Gray! Confederate warlord, won the day! And even in death you kept your rank-- as guardian of the Haunted Tank! This is the end of thy path of glory? Stuck in Limbo? Telling Stories?!
Was there a time when, knowing well, we were joined at the soul by the power of Hell, that you and I did see the light and take advantage of our plight? Were you a monster? Were we a team? Were you once evil, now redeemed?
Our foe is Karrien, Lord of War -- who slew the sons of the Morningstar! Who killed a million demon boys! Who stamped them down like they were toys. Who -- let's face it -- sure is tough! I can't pretend it won't get rough! But he's like anyone alive... He can bleed.And he can die!
It ain't so bad if you can't rhyme! Normal speech takes half the time! Why stumble over lines of verse that makes the situation worse? I don't care if you shout of sing! You're my comrade -- that's the thing! When angels came, you didn't hide! You stood and fought right at my side!
But listen, friends: 'tis now I'll go. The curtain falls to close the show. A wild, wild ride, a total blast -- but all good things must end, alas. I've told the tale I had to tell... My rhymes are finished now. Farewell.
The Howler? The host of a malefic evil, conjured by shamen in epoch primeval -- A fierce beast-essence from some dark, bloody plane -- An unreasoning hate -- The Primal Entity came! So awful its power no mortal, at least, can hold it for long without turning to beast!Agonized, tortured, driven insane -- The victim must get the Entity out of his brain!