posted on Mar, 20 2006 @ 05:14 AM
The Beast Within.
No light, no sound, just the sense of being not alone. I must keep moving, the prime directive drives me forever forward into the teeth of the
approaching storm. Before me stands a beast.
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of themself without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant,
'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.'
Such is the rule of honour.
These words resonated inside my head as the beast approached. It's eyes blazed with a savage malevolence, the putrid stench of rotting flesh wafted
from its gangrenous jaws, poisoned ichor dripped from slavering fangs. Eighteen of the beasts minions cavorted eagerly about its hideous frame,six to
the left,six to the right and six in front.
A low humming, deeper than Poe's plutonian night, pulsed, then flowed through the air. My body shudders in anticipation, i know that the assault is
imminent, muscles tensed. The beast lifts its enormous head and scowls, the humming sound intensifies, the pitch soaring.
A blazing light murders the shadows of the past, a wall of sonic fury explodes forth, my body moves, unbidden. Into the frenetic maelstrom i am
thrown, against the body of the beast i am thrust. His surprise at my attack lends me heart and he falls beneath a barrage of blows. His minions,
mesmerised by the light, fail to hear their masters screams.
The pit has a life of its own now, the souls of vanquished youth rise again, into the light. Omerta, we scream as one, fists pumping, fingers spread,
heads pounding in frenetic assent. And so Lamb of God begin their show.