Featuring: Nehushtan
Grumium


There they writhe, stripped of all hope and purpose.
Damned for all time, to dwell within mists of despair.
Their doom was forged, in fires of tragedy and fervor.

And when the end came, they ignored the light.

Arise, oh dark plume of abhorrence,

and cast forth your icy chill.

Forever lost in a fog, of anguish and isolation,

They rove within the gloom, and misery of endless night.
Upon fields of blood, they wander vast seas of time.
Perpetually drifting in the lands, of death and moonlight.


Damned and despondent entities,
astray within the silence of the mist.