Death was to be seen,
by the darkness so keen.
Rifts are created in the time,
you'll wish you gave the dime.
It all happens in the hour of the Infinite!
Thunder on the skin,
black from tail to chin.
On the back is massive wings,
and horns as big as... things.
It is all seen in the hour of the Infinite!
So if you see a rift,
run and be swift.
No man nor no elf,
surives the deeds of their future self.
You all die in the hour of the Infinite!