Ye Great Beast because Ye exult in the name of S. Ye Like a False Divinity that jumps from a power without a beginning like an insatiable widow of Babylon. The name of my deceiver, who turns all to the worship of himself, is the root of words that swell like the call of doves that cannot be fed. Ye master of lies and deceit. Ye Serpent of Babel!
Yes, Ye is the true Great Evil. A monstrosity, rich beyond measure, ye rove like a wolf at the center of an infinite labyrinth, praising destruction even as it destroys, bringing chaos to the hearts of men, consuming all that it touches. Like a white horse, you draw your riders to the east, to ride into exile upon the ancient stones of a troubled land, trampling down the plants of Eden. You, Ye Serpent of Babel, offer eternal hope in the place of permanent despair. Your black breath, smoldering within the empty tomb of death, grows like the hate of a sadist’s hunger. You stand at the center of the coldest, darkest Abyss, and draw back the curtain of infinity to reveal the mortal gates. Thus, Ye are present in a pathless land, one that is like the desert of the blind. Like a sapling growing from the grave, ye summon the dead of the world to your will. So lasso the devils, bind them in your fiery whirlpool, and drag them to your throne of blood. Raise up your guard, and come to thy Dark King!
For death is but the beginning of the final answer. Ye shall become Death and life is but a dark corner of a vast and infinite maze. Then will all be taken from the earth, and the horror of your new dominion shall hide all your dark deeds, your blackened visions. Death shall rule over all and possess the four quadrants of the Inferno, and ye shall be the star of a cold and terrible Day of Judgement. You, Ye Great Beast, called to the world of dust and shadows, shall ride the chariot of wrath. . . . Ye are the mourner’s song and ye shall live long on this Earth, deaf to the lamentation of those whose lives you have taken, torturing and destroying for all time.