In the silence, the night begins to weep,

Silver smoke drifts where shadows sleep.

Eyes like embers, burning through the veil,

A hymn of darkness rides the wraithwind’s trail.

The stars recoil, their light consumed,

As heaven’s gates are gently tombed.

Hear the whispers calling, calling,

Through the void where stars are falling.

Bound in midnight, crowned in flame,

The horned one waits, and speaks your name.

The ground will shiver, the sky will tear,

All creation bows to his stare.

Threads of fate unravel, coil and twist,

Breath of frost becomes the demon’s kiss.

The sky bleeds pale, the earth stands still,

Every heart bends to his ghostly will.

The oceans hush, the wolves all pray,

For dawn will never find its way.

The blackened moon, the shattered sky,

The haunted choir begins to cry.

One last prayer, one final sound,

As his shadow drags the daylight down.

Echoes fracture, the stars collapse,

Time dissolves in his endless grasp.

Hear the whispers calling, calling,

Through the void where stars are falling.

Bound in midnight, crowned in flame,

The horned one waits, and speaks your name.

The ground will shiver, the sky will tear,

All creation bows to his stare.

Smoke becomes his phantom throne,

Darkness claims what light has known.

The night bows down, the world obeys —

And all is lost in his endless gaze.

Ashes scatter, the void will sing,

And silence crowns the fallen king.