Pazuzu.

The wind did howl to blow the trees to sway each way and back, the south west winds did conquer men sickness and disease attacked. In stone there is an idol which to gaurd the kings of yores’ passage to forever in eternities to more. Walk amongst the reverent in the castle of select, heaven be not curious they’ll be no more neglect. Gathered to device in time with memory remains’ those that can be sure to never ever bore the chains. The essence walks the silence talks the truth be known to more, that after all the time will come they’ll be no men at all. As in time regards are fact that can not be denied; truthfully its all attached the universe survives.