Present, strong and cunning in the face of the depths frozen depths of a lost dawn souls fly from spectral hills Silence bestows as the winged ascend
dead advance in a march to the right the silence i will be in this left handed night we are the graves of the unborn in light I will raise the scythe in your cries
destroyer of causal thinking reflection I am the shadow of the ancient powers forging mist decks of no-redemption I am the twilight of the blackest tower
from the tower I vomit in mercy nefarious feelings of sefirotic greed
as the rain falls my feathers shake the liar the wind caresses my funeral pyres manipulating the demiurge to the top, higher the next impaled will be your entire empire
