A whisper in the dark, a slight breeze against your ear and you think of me. That shadow that is always behind you. That urge to tear and shred and gnaw. Yes, that is I. I do exist. I am the utter existence of awesome and metal. The fluidity of hardcore runs through the veins and soul of my being. Imagine a waterfall of blood rampaging down the slope of gods mountain, and you will find me there, staff in hand, parting the flow with the force of unimaginable strength. Orcs and trolls in the middle of war cower in fear, for they hear my breath on the wind. They see the skies fill with terror and gore. They tell stories to the goblin children of I, Death's master and the armies that I mass. I am coming, for you and everyone that you know. For now you know, that I do exist. Yes, good mortal,
I do exist, and thy name is Bishop78