(вдъхновение по снимка)
- Пък мен хрониката ме нарича the Creature - каза тя. - Това е монологът,
чието знаме се вее над театрите. Новата тръба - нея хорото иска да затъкне. Тропота, що иде...
Шумен, 29 юни' 2025.
"A dark silhouette of the Creature, poised, crouched on the corner of a cliff's edge, waits eagerly. Eyes glare patiently. Red (green, цветът във Волтовата дъга - б.м.) eyes filled with fire and torment gleam with a frenzied brightness across the shadowed valleys below. A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence which once ruled
the plains. The Creature is unmoved by the commotion of the noise and the blinding fork of lightning which strikes only a few yards from where it lays in wait for something. Satan laughs. Wings spread in a magnificent fullness. The Creature stands in full glory, inhaling deeply the ice-cold air. Each tendon and muscle ripping in an almighty stance of the great dimensional deity. Lucifer smiles. From the far far west a chariot of fire emerges traveling at a tremendous speed toward the Creature. The Creature laughs.
As if in a maddened state of mind, the Creature leaps up off the ridge, and hovers
with dignity in the now cloudless sky. Its long red hair blowing freely in the wind.
The chariot emerges, and with a sharp swift movement the Creature takes the reins,
and flies off into the night howling out immortal cries of prediction and war.
At war with Satan!"
Venom, 1982 (изп. Conrad "Cronos" Lant)
Аудио:
Тъй се начена един нов жанр.
