“Dark Visions of The Lord Aeglus”
(To the tune of “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”
I’m screaming through the night of Aeglus,
The fiery lord from down below.
With his thousand eyes glaring
and teeth made for tearing,
He’ll bring carnage in the snow.
Stop fleeing from our Lord Aeglus,
Herald of The One Who’s Yet to Come.
Don’t you see it’s futile?
Though the truth is brutal,
We’ll find death so merciful.
Start bowing to the might of Aeglus,
His thousand-yard stride has reached our town.
While our families are dying
and our pets are frying,
Rejoice! Madness’ll soon take hold…
Ash Crowlin 