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The voice of shadow

It speaks to me

Revealing hungering vision

Through tortured screams

It will devour this plane

An light so frail and foul

Gods and men prepare for its coming

It matters not, they all will fall

Men of god pray to their lords

Pathetic idols torn asunder in the torrent

Attempts to protect their previous existence

Revealed as useless in cataclysmic end

Flocks of sheep encounter black sublimitiy

Virulent flash torn apart in hellish torment

Petulant life ruined by the birth of death

By our call, all will fall

In this litany of shadow

We lepers crown our king

By his triumphant majestic power

We release our souls into sin

We seek the power unseen

We feel the call of the endless bleak

In the void we proud name our home

Encompassing all in its unholy, insurgent, ebon flow