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