The Vromaz

Since times long ago, written in legends such and so. A creature of pure fear, layed waste to all the lands near here. Wielding axe and mace, His black eyes upon his face. And for blood, an insatiable taste. Though he may lay dormant, He will surely rise and torment. The Vromaz! The Vromaz! The people so named him. The Vromaz! The Vromaz! They'd yell as he maimed them. More evil than, the most furious of demon. You'll always know he's coming, as you hear the people screaming. Blood red skin and bellowing war cries. The last thing seen or heard, before his victim dies. His reign of destruction and such fright. Rampaging through the night. While all of everyone, trembling before his sight The ravager, the rager. The sum of utmost danger. The Vromaz! The Vromaz! Is wrecking through the town. The Vromaz! The Vromaz! As the warning bells they sound. Slashing, bashing, brutally, he's attacking. Following the panicked voices, lurking in the dark, he is tracking. Wreaking havoc to all things living. His soul, completely full, of a hate so giving. The bringer of all things horrifying. His savagery forever multiplying. Don't bother trying to fight it, all those who do simply end up dying. A whirlwind, a dark red flurry, the causer of so much worry. The Vromaz! The Vromaz! All the people scream. The Vromaz! The Vromaz! Terror's grand machine.