The wind whips through my flesh
No robe can quell this chill
For I am the one who walks in solitude
No tears are left to fall
My heart is cold as ice
My will shall manifest death incarnate
The scythes are sharp
The graves are wide
The reaping has begun
No sun shall rise
No dawn shall come
No mercy bestowed
To drink the blood of Kings
To reign the twilight throne
My power shall echo through void
I can know no peace under the burning sun
I walk this land of graves
I embrace this realm of sorrow
My footsteps are Black Death upon the soil
I call upon the elder Gods to subjugate all life
Their dominion of this realm be eternal
Within these halls and crumbling vaults
Disciples draw their blood
Swords unleashed to start the greatest chaos
Beneath the weight of a thousand burning temples
Wisdom obtained
The power of death be upon us
Through the piercing eyes of the serpent
They shall come forth again under the sign of eleven fold stars
In a grave dug long ago
I lay my head between the rot and bones
Thou art the bane of all life; cursed and unholy
Grant me thy strength to
Put this world to heel