When night falls, the unveilment of sublime visions behold. What's been obscured by verity conceives its mold in the hue of night.
Upon ashen wings in pallid gloomy light your shadows blackened cast onto every solitary path.
A fire's blazing in the cadence of glorious times. Inhale the sparks of transubstantiation. Behold their miracles and signs. What has been altered invisible through light conceives its color by the hue of night.
When night falls, reverbaration of clamorous times abate. The voice of innermost depth by Tersareth perceived Harken this tongues tone, thereto apprehend its mold conceived by the hue of night – in nightly hue.
Within Cimonar deeply entranched, distend. With Emerdiales all-encompassing vastness unified. As part of the whole ascend towards the Godhead descried.