The storm of chaos riding near, upon the winds of woe.
For its desires dark and vast, and its reaping ever slow.
And in its touch you feel the yearning sense to return
To a time when all was nothing, and nothing was all.
As the cold winds blow, my spirit sways.
This shell of flesh that conceals, must burn within the black.
As the earth becomes a charnel house, the final flood shall commence.
Into the lake of fire, open now the gate.
Welcome now the death of time, this end was made for you.
And in the trail of ash you find the burning pain of truth.
Now taste the grit and suffocate on remains nevermore.
By the hand of Samael we fall into the great unknown.
I've walked upon the path to nowhere - Only now to return.
I bowed to none and spit on thee, God of light and restraint.
Your walls of gold have turned to sand,
Filling the black desert's land.
And in the dust of a dying world, I shall build my throne.
Venture to the depths, the call of the untamed.
The passage of the end calls my name.