Screams of a malign hunger
Shatters heavens before me
Dead night storms enter...
No more light beyond the gates
Fog of the burning believers
Emerges from the soil
Beneath a sky and exploding stars
Wrath of a new era
New risen past of fury
Ancient wisdom have escaped
Causing chaos and bereavenment in your eyes
Yearns of the fallen humans
Drawing circles in the wind in one feeble attempt
To stir up the skies
Darkened images - of misery
Unholy visions - born from hate
I tread maelstroms forlorn
Yearns of a thousand humans
Their tortured souls are falling
By your path you stand betrayed
Wastelands cold from winters frost
And endless deserts await beyond your sun
A spectral glow shimmers upon the dead
Monuments of death's pale dominion
Stand before you
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