☦ 9 A Tiger Hungers...[Voice]
[The feed begins, staticy at first, but then the No Life King's voice begins to speak, reciting in formal-wise, his deep baritone rolling smoothly through the pod's speakers...]
✞ Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? ✞
[A long darkness-filled pause resounds before the vampire speaks again.]
Yessss, the leashed beast hungers. Radiant, the life force infesting this island. Petulant, those which keep such divinity from me. Master, I ask not your permission for I will have that which I craaaaave.
[A snarled hiss.]
Seek ye within; give unto the devil his just due...let flow the crimson river which speaks further than a chorus of unholy tongues. Speak...speak...SPEAK!!
[Quite abruptly, the transmission ends]
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? ✞
[A long darkness-filled pause resounds before the vampire speaks again.]
Yessss, the leashed beast hungers. Radiant, the life force infesting this island. Petulant, those which keep such divinity from me. Master, I ask not your permission for I will have that which I craaaaave.
[A snarled hiss.]
Seek ye within; give unto the devil his just due...let flow the crimson river which speaks further than a chorus of unholy tongues. Speak...speak...SPEAK!!
[Quite abruptly, the transmission ends]