Unthinkable destruction.
There I find a city in flames.
The dream continues to haunt me old friend. It always starts with a journey to a distant land.
It burned my eyes. I witness senseless slaughter.
I wake in terror. There’s no-one left to stand against them. You think me mad, old friend. But I know these dreams. They tell of the future. Hell is coming, brother. Hell is coming.
