The Fires of Zeus and the Hammer of Thor! (moral, eternal)

[Darkdale]

I shall command the dead to dance till pirate ships creep out of the mist and the light of the stars turns redder than mars, until the moon hides behind sheets of darkness as black loneliness, as dark as eternal sadness. I shall raise up this oceans’ waves as to make slaves of the seas, to ride them for you against this hurricane breeze… I’ll bring civilizations down to their knees, if it please you my love, I’ll command the forests to march on your cities, enveloping everything, to bring back the green. I’ll never let you down, my love, I’ll command the buildings to crumble under the weight of their arrogance, I’ll deprive the media of the suspense of the end, with quickness like lightning. My fury is frightening. My anger is biting. I shall command the hearts of the slaves to quietly pass away from your sight, and the brave shall remain in the heartless, amoral landscape of your cynical brutality. Yes, the brave shall remain on the fields of the slain nameless kings who took everything from you, my love. I shall bring the fires of Zeus and the hammer of Thor! I will knock down the doors of the obtuse and whittle away at the world’s wealth. I’ll be the never-ending night; I’ll be the heat of sun’s light. I’ll be the lions roar, the teeth of the boar, the outbursts of war, the sharp rocks of your shore; I’ll be everything. I shall command the dead to dance till the pirate ships creep out of the mist and pillage all of their nonsense, obliterating the dreams of the young, cutting out their lying tongues, so mendacious and insincere. I’ll blow the trumpets of heaven, my love, the end is near!