The death of all and what will shall be
The serpent spoke this unto me
Promises the end of days:
The fallen star ignites in me
They come to gaze and be set free
From an empty promised world
That only serves to satiate the weakened ones
With silver tongues who in hiding propagate
"Welcome to the Order of The Shadow"
We call to the west and we call to the east
The north and the south that we might raise the beast