Kyuss, The Worm Who Walks

The Legend of the Worm
From the Temple of Element In this great tomb lies the Stone of Element Guarded by its four servants Each opposed, each balanced. For those who seek the Stone within, beware beware The great Kyuss lies trapped beneath. No treasure so great as a world without the Worm. The unworthy will burn and break, the foolish drown and fall Only the wise and worthy may enter by striking pure element with its greatest enemy.

Each Stone a latch, God's blood the key The Stones removed unseal the threshold. The Stones destroyed open the door.

For those live to fight the Worm, know this No cage lasts forever But this to our shame is all we can bear. There is another way to seal away the Worm forever But thousands will die to save millions more. Bring the stones together and plunge his body down to the great Chasm - Annihilation.

From the Tome of Becoming The Worm - Kyuss - walks with thunderous step, And wherever it goes leaves filth trailing behind. Remember, oh, those who ride to battle this day That power, conquest, and death are his only concerns, His plans too numerous, too bizarre, His mind too like a wriggling maze, no sense, no proportion.

Madness, unkillable, poisonous, corrupting. His insidious hunger buried deep in the minds of the namers he touches. Of all the heroes, makers, and wonders of the new age We fear him. And in shame at our fear, we leave him behind, to forget. And know that we leave in the hands of the namers his imprisonment or release. For once placed no god may move a stone.

We have put dragons to flight on Tartarus' back, We see the world begin to arise anew We ascend to thrones of gold and bone and burning stone. But before we go Kyuss must fall, Dead or imprisoned 'neath the ancient stone of the hence-unamed land Daziya, the body of the worm.

Four stones we embed in his body From four corners of the universe. Four temples we build, or graves, deep deep, and guarded. With Shadow, Ether, Element, and Energy We bind him with divine blood. To lie, not dead, only sleeping. Screaming his dreams into nameless blackness. And hoping that no namer ever delves so deep as dislodges a stone.

This age brings peace and hope to all namers. We gods ascend, burying our fears, forgetting our demons. And sit our thrones in hope that the age we make will last forever. But always knowing that should the Worm rise again, His poisonous shadow will see it all buried in an avalanche of wriggling flesh.