A time shall come
A time of change
At this time

Great reign shall fall
To cleanse
Of this decay

Thy rot
Thy mother
The flame

Of existence
Blown
Unto rest

By the winds
Of the infinite
All life scattered

Heads shall fall
From great heights
Their bodies rest

In this forest of stone
Darkness
Awaits

This cold soul
At the edge
Of two worlds,

Now Awaiting
This bodiless prey


Thy hourless season awaits
This season shall fade unto darkness this day


An attempt to catch the sands of time in an eroding hand
The sun shall rise this final face, infernal mask
Prayer shall turn to pain

Faith shall sour as their blood paints a scape of red