The moon, a witness to their fall,
Its pale light whispers of it all.
A cold wind carries dust and bone,
Through hollow temples, overthrown.
In the ashes of gods, we stand alone,
Their voices lost, their thrones of stone.
No light, no dawn, no hope remains,
Only darkness, only chains.
Time is frozen in these cursed lands,
No blood, no tears, stain the hands.
The earth lies barren, the sky is torn,
In this world, nothing is born.
And so I drift in endless night,
A soul without flame, without light.
In the ashes of gods, I take my place,
In the cold void, without a trace.
Beneath the weight of blackened skies,
The earth lies still as daylight dies.
Pillars rise, of frost and stone,
Carved by winds that howl alone.
Through the night, through the cold,
I march among the ruins old.
No sun shall rise, no stars shall gleam.