Crowning

With, shadows at one, by the Wolfsbane bloom

This grim season Autumn come, Melancholia

strangled. Once fertile soils, Captive in the Deities

web. A new lord was born, not of the serpent

Nor the Dove, heavens abandon forbids the glow,

inferior to its essence. Zastras descended in that

mighty shape, crushed were the victims of belief.

Child of night, Howl at Nanna's gaze

Frozen were the forests where they stood entranced.

Show us of the portal, from which burns

Our desire, forever the Catacombs cry.

When he beckons from the third palace.

Desolate stars cease to shine, long since unorthdox

rule. Artuk Nurazuk screamed, from below the restless

sea. Splendorous dawn, you have long since passed

But your end is but the way of the weeping

Rose, fear not its savage grace, for the darkness

Has eyes, to many his minions have befallen.

Aakbal called to the storms which in turn blackened

the snow. Reveal what has loomed for centuries

It is he who bears the diadom within that somber gaze

He has spoken threw many nightmares

The Empress shed her spectral gloom, curse not

This realm untouched by light, tremors

At the break of dusk. The blind heathen broke from

its chains. Homage it given with the sullen rain.

To many his minions have befallen.