Stormworm

The gates are now open Perverse winds are blowing The hands of death undench Releasing the air of gods Burrowing in skin digging in flesh Agonizing attack Air is a maggot covered in worms The gates are now open Perverse winds are blowing The hands of death undench Stormworm Panic is in the air In the mouth and nose the crawl Feeding on the membranes devoured in minutes Skeletal remains with an empty stare Stormworm