bellow the heavens

The portcullis opens with the sound of metal on stone.  You walk into the blinding light of the arena.  The crowd erupts into deafening applause.  You must have developed something of a reputation after the last fight, surely your next opponent will be a champion of some merit.  The gate at the far end of the field clangs open.  A brutish hulk lumbers out, covered in chains and scars.  The ugly face catches sight of you, and stretches open its toothy jaws to bellow its rage to the heavens.


Good Music With My Favorite Show For Visuals, Winning.