Dead trees groan, the wind shallow.
The heart of a great fortress, a great creature lies.
Blackened charcoal, towering figure. Red eyes of cinders, darkened rage.
Dormant yet awake, watching in its cage.
Five towers of blackened brick and one spire of hardened grit.
One thousand years, and only one day to wake.
Beware a flood, these creatures bear no face.
Be careful of heavens grace,
For it will leave you disgraced.