The face of terror...
Mighty bares back down in its presences
the birds cease to fly and plumit from the sky
Tigers lose there rage
The fear it induces on a human make their face age
Not even a mighty worrier with at his hand a mace
can withstand the nightmares run through his mind
from behind darkness emerges from the face as deadly spikes
and now the room is black
and all your might, willpower, rage and courage
Is taken away
like the wind takes a kite...
