Wraithwalker I

one knows not to cook the beast until its dead

RAINWRAITH

RAINSTORMS AND HIPPIE METALS
LET THE LIGHTNING STRIKE
FOR i THE SPIKE-CLAD
MISERY MAIDEN SHALL
FREQUENT COMB THE NIGHT
INVISIBLE! DEADLY! TRICKSTER!

PELTED FLESH FEELS NO PAIN!

WIZARDS AWAKEN FREE AGAIN
THIRD EPOCH OF IT'S KIND
EMBRACE A FIGURE
KNOW IT'S PLIGHT AND
BLOODY GIVE IT NIGHT
CRUEL! MISERABLE! WONDER!