And now with nodding funereal plumes The Agony of Death strides terribly towards you, like a colossus, with copper cheeks, shaking the flimsy structures you have reared!
"I wandered in, the night with foam as thick as a camel's slaver, dripping from my jaws! I was an outcast! The hounds of hell were gnawing my heart!
Now in the day
I stride before the legions, mid blood and the crackle of fire, like a flaming windmill, brandishing a flail, clenching between my teeth a sword as big as an oar!"
The Fifth Watcher: I defy you! I fear you not!
—Mangle me, cut me to bits and my severed head shall spring and bite!
Let the thunderbolt flay me and like Ajax voiding lightning and the water of the sea from mouth and nose,
A blinding mass, I shall vomit
Against heaven my malediction like a dart.
The King: Ruin! Destruction!