Through tainted mass
A scourge unseen
Brought three winters forth

And set between

After these hundreds of years

The embers and fate will collide
Her rotten heart has burst
And shattered through dead wood


When they drank from the earth, the end was near
Tracing paths that once ran alone and pure

Suffused within, the blighted decay
Now snapped into dust, their splinters fall


But a tithe to the wind, his frail grasps
Clawed for the moon then came undone
When all hope fails in the last broken bough

Her strength will be gone

Churning ash and husks in the bitter winds

Crack the earth and burn the sky
A wry procession of hubris
Where nothing remains


But everything changes...
In destruction she will create


Arising in glory, the searing gaze
Crimson-handed specter of death

Under the blood eye of furies
Bury their feeble hearts