Wrought by the land, for which thou came.
Wrought by the land, for which thou came.
There lies a creature, known by name.
Towering thunder amidst thy mountain.
Run, run fast, lest be a blood fountain.
Dare you try to harness its might.
Begone your notions of careless fright.
For it’s smarter, faster, greater than you.
Most of all, devoid of your virtue.
