[00:36.06]Spawned from the
[00:36.39]Prime Material
[00:36.75]Plane Sent to punish nature entire
[00:37.53]The reptilian destroyer has been sent
[00:42.75]By the Gods to end this world
[00:45.54]He is a scaled biped
[00:45.96]A true killing machine
[00:46.38]With two horns upon his head and a lashing tail
[00:54.15]He has claws akin to steel
[01:07.02]And a reflective carapace
[01:07.62]He'll trample the weak under and foot
[01:08.40]His name is the
[01:08.70]Tarrasque
[01:08.88]He sends fear throughout the valley
[01:13.77]Though dormant half the turn
[01:14.31]He arises to annihilate the ancient ways of old
[01:15.30]His chest shall wield 100 gems and his body 10 magic shields
[01:20.58]His scales are like pure rock forged from the deepest
[01:21.69]Abyss Immunity to the heat and cold
[01:26.34]The weak shall paralyse with fear
[01:55.83]He devours from endless miles around
[01:56.64]No shadows from his sight
[01:57.15]Enshrouded in mystery
[01:57.66]A hideous abomination of
[01:58.23]God From the
[01:58.50]Elemental
[01:58.77]Princes of
[01:59.04]Evil A gift of no return
[02:04.44]A demon in a silver skin, a legend of forgone years
[03:06.06]The Tarrasque shall live again
[03:17.79]In the form of one whom is black
[03:18.45]The blood of carrion shall fall
[03:20.55]And devour holy flesh
[03:26.43]This land shall be cleansed of filth
[03:33.15]For he has the force of twelve
[03:33.78]His powers remain intact; the ancient myths won't die
[04:05.82]Spirit of a long forgotten past
[04:26.16]Leaving nothing in his wake
[04:26.70]Scaling the timeless landscape
[04:27.33]Destroying all with his bestial hate
[04:28.08]The horror for six is nigh
[04:28.62]The task is at hand
[04:53.67]The acts of mortal man are crushed by his fury and hate

Spawned from the
Prime Material
Plane Sent to punish nature entire
The reptilian destroyer has been sent
By the Gods to end this world
He is a scaled biped
A true killing machine
With two horns upon his head and a lashing tail
He has claws akin to steel
And a reflective carapace
He'll trample the weak under and foot
His name is the
Tarrasque
He sends fear throughout the valley
Though dormant half the turn
He arises to annihilate the ancient ways of old
His chest shall wield 100 gems and his body 10 magic shields
His scales are like pure rock forged from the deepest
Abyss Immunity to the heat and cold
The weak shall paralyse with fear
He devours from endless miles around
No shadows from his sight
Enshrouded in mystery
A hideous abomination of
God From the
Elemental
Princes of
Evil A gift of no return
A demon in a silver skin, a legend of forgone years
The Tarrasque shall live again
In the form of one whom is black
The blood of carrion shall fall
And devour holy flesh
This land shall be cleansed of filth
For he has the force of twelve
His powers remain intact; the ancient myths won't die
Spirit of a long forgotten past
Leaving nothing in his wake
Scaling the timeless landscape
Destroying all with his bestial hate
The horror for six is nigh
The task is at hand
The acts of mortal man are crushed by his fury and hate