By the black hands of the father The Heralds of Encroaching Darkness Move like shadows in this pale night Under the cloak of his dark wings Drawing upon most deepest hatred In the well of the soul Heart and mind By the black hands of the father Calling forth a new dawn Driven by our shared malcontent I raise the broken sword And plunge it into the burning heart Carve the mark of sorrow And its payment is in flesh A universal rot Gnaws on our minds Radiant madness The futile pursuit Like a beaten man For once in his life Lapses into The aberrations Which you have witnessed With your peering stained eyes