hark ye brothers to the new vision

for it is life and death to those who hear

there will be a day, a day of darkness and fear,

of smoke, fire, and blood from the sky

all will run, all will hide, hope will be lost

even the ground will tremble and try to flee

and it will be like the end of all

the shadows of darkness will stretch and rise

after being set loose in the world above

destruction is its breath, death in its grip,

even the stars will be swept away by the tail of the beast

the banners of war are raised, the kings of the five nations arise,

the seals of the scrolls are broken and the earth shakes with

the pounding of drums

then from the east, as the sun rises

like a cloud of hope, the avenger will manifest,

coiled like a serpent, with fire for eyes, Thulsadoom will come forth

wings that blot out the sky and with the sun in his claws and the moon in his teeth

golden claws like swords and diamond teeth as long as spears and skin smooth and white and hard as marble

the two forces shall swirl in battle, locked in harmony for eternity

thus will the dark fall and return to the spaces between the silence

then shall the sky turn black as the sun is removed,

and all creatures will be taken up to a new realm of peace and freedom,

where each can drink deeply from the golden cup of joy which never empties

this then is the prophecy of Thulsadoom, king of all the ancient serpents.