From cursed hills where shadows loom,
It soars on wings of endless doom,
A specter of nightmares, a hunter of men,
Eyes ablaze—it strikes again!
A thousand whispers ride the howling gale,
A curse engraved in blood and veil,
The talons rend, the heavens burn,
The harbinger of night’s return!
Rise from the depths of forgotten lore,
Snallygaster—beast of war!
Flesh to shreds, souls devoured whole,
None escape its ravenous control!
Born of darkness, cursed and vile,
A winged terror with a serpent’s guile,
It strikes unseen, a phantom of spite,
Feasting beneath the moon’s cold light!
Blood cascades from rusted claws,
Screams consumed by storming jaws,
A legend carved in death and flame,
The beast returns—none speak its name!
Wings of fury—a tempest unleashed!
Teeth like scythes—flesh is breached!
Fangs of venom—a lethal bite!
No escape, no hope, no fight!
Rise from the depths of forgotten lore,
Snallygaster—beast of war!
Flesh to shreds, souls devoured whole,
None escape its ravenous control!