(Return)
The Verses
Shadows on the edge of creation
Darkness at the end of time
Immortals shall taste the bitterness of Death
Stone sundered as paper torn
Tongues of flame lick the heart
The waters poured out upon the land
Cold wind blows on the face of the living
The dead reclaim their own
Stains of blood on the banners of empire
A drink of power dissolving all
Unleashed terror marching across the land
Vengence slaked on the mountains, forest and
plains!