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
