To save us from the bargained terms, advanced the clock I have. Unleashed deceivers in their dreams, may this plague be our salve. So march for now, ye children’s tales, from where the Hellfire glows. Come answer to Zevanna’s call, my own murder of crows… And on the day the clock strikes doom, such blackness ye shall know. Oh by my iron-taloned hand, reap mortals what they sow.
Happy Valentines, kids 😉