The ravaged land of faceless forms
The hand of mercy hath withdrawn
Reflections of the night mirror the void
The emptiness shall be my friend
Red moon of horror, illuminate my path
Sanctify the wretched ones
For we know not what we’ve done
Breathing in sulfuric air
I gaze upon the resting bones
In absence of the dreary light
I compose the purest form of night
Unveiling the hidden truth
Invigorate with hymns
Echoes of praise fade into the depths
Sacred altars now reduced to ash
Former rulers have met their bitter end
Greater is I, for it is I who stands
Purest devourment
Ascend upon the burning steps
Of cursing tongues and severed hands
Breathless legions neath my feet
And a thousand more beyond the trees
Coldness drapes the hallowed ground
Silence fills the atmosphere
Behold the light of majesty
The guiding mist above
Red moon of horror, illuminate my path
I thirst for all I’ve ever known
A flash before my eyes
Bring forth the blood of the nameless
Consuming their lies
Ancient spirit, lead us into the light
The clash of mighty winds has swarmed the silent past
Remnants of the fallen ones
Reside within the calling earth
Crimson waves come rolling in
A reminder of the failed gods
A fading pulse slowly approaches
Its presence now within my grasp
Lingering lord
Of the nameless race
Last of its kind
Falling to my feet
Merciless I
For none reside within
The time has come
For you shall meet your end
Madness I call now
Specters of the abyss
Bring forth your shadow horde
Fill the air above, below
Commence the final slay
Reaching for its beating heart
An era breathed its final breath
Frozen claws and bloody fangs
A breath before we feed again
Formless earth to form my own
To rule upon the bones beneath
For I am the void, I am the night
It is I, the breather of wrath