Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether
The silent one, the harbinger of woe
The oracle of sorrows yet to be
The unnamed foreshadowing
Marauder!
Like the carrion-crow that circles the charnel-field
He knows his moment is soon
"Render ash Unto Them!"
As the penumbral darkness lengthens
And the layers of quintessence are pierced
On void-trails of scorn he descends
To sow the seeds of this world's decay
Crawling and cowled
Oracle of the End, the doom-sidhe
Watching... Waiting. [2x]
Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor
A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality
Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh
As whispering words strip life
From the very landscape of men
Reaving the soul of the Earth
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