Between the cosmic wake of a thousand solar nightmares...Chaos will reign eternal!
And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead
The wormhole was a truly terrifying plane of non-existence. Cosmic chaos swirled around the two eternal foes as they descended through space and time. Somehow, they could feel the presence of a third being within the portal...an entity of unimaginable power. But before Angus could ascertain the nature of this powerful force, he was thrust out of the wormhole...and Zargothrax was nowhere to be seen.
Angus materialized in a place that seemed familiar...yet strangely alien. This was the Kingdom of Fife, perhaps from a time in the days of old. But it was somehow...different. The sky burned with a crimson fire, and the stench of goblin blood was thick in the air. Before him, where the Citadel of Dundee should be, stood a massive and terrible tower, a grand fortress of evil carved out of the very living rock. And atop this tower was a colossal statue of his arch nemesis...Zargothrax, the Dark Sorcerer of Auchtermuchty!
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Between the cosmic wake of a thousand solar nightmares...Chaos will reign eternal!
And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead
The wormhole was a truly terrifying plane of non-existence. Cosmic chaos swirled around the two eternal foes as they descended through space and time. Somehow, they could feel the presence of a third being within the portal...an entity of unimaginable power. But before Angus could ascertain the nature of this powerful force, he was thrust out of the wormhole...and Zargothrax was nowhere to be seen.
Angus materialized in a place that seemed familiar...yet strangely alien. This was the Kingdom of Fife, perhaps from a time in the days of old. But it was somehow...different. The sky burned with a crimson fire, and the stench of goblin blood was thick in the air. Before him, where the Citadel of Dundee should be, stood a massive and terrible tower, a grand fortress of evil carved out of the very living rock. And atop this tower was a colossal statue of his arch nemesis...Zargothrax, the Dark Sorcerer of Auchtermuchty!
And lo, Planet Earth had been destroyed by the Hootsman, with an explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the very fabric of spacetime. And yet, Zargothrax was still not defeated, for he managed to use his last shreds of power to escape through the dimensional rift. Vowing to defeat the evil sorcerer, Angus McFife XIII followed him into the portal, with no idea where it might lead
The wormhole was a truly terrifying plane of non-existence. Cosmic chaos swirled around the two eternal foes as they descended through space and time. Somehow, they could feel the presence of a third being within the portal...an entity of unimaginable power. But before Angus could ascertain the nature of this powerful force, he was thrust out of the wormhole...and Zargothrax was nowhere to be seen.
Angus materialized in a place that seemed familiar...yet strangely alien. This was the Kingdom of Fife, perhaps from a time in the days of old. But it was somehow...different. The sky burned with a crimson fire, and the stench of goblin blood was thick in the air. Before him, where the Citadel of Dundee should be, stood a massive and terrible tower, a grand fortress of evil carved out of the very living rock. And atop this tower was a colossal statue of his arch nemesis...Zargothrax, the Dark Sorcerer of Auchtermuchty!
Writer: BENJAMIN LASEY TURK
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC