Before the Great Burning, before the wars A time of nothing, but hills and shores The smoke of cities, and fields of rye No eyes or voices beyond the sky
Believers roamed from town to town They spied every baby born, up and down Scouring the land for a child to use And ponderous, esoteric clues
A crumbling black city, an outcast found, Father a monster, mother under the ground A beggar, a mongrel, a boy with no shoes He fell to their hands to cage and abuse
And lo! in the month of darkness And lo! his name destroyed And lo! he still whispers in silence And lo! he went into the void
They were drawn to a light, a waning gray His face was blank, he had nothing to say He watched and waited, they painted his eyes They colored his clothing with pigment and dyes
They found a path away from the light To an ancient tree withered by blight A sacred altar, encircled in stones Twin blades of bronze, sharpened on bones
And lo! in the month of darkness And lo! his name destroyed And lo! he still whispers in silence And lo! he went into the void
In the Month of Darkness, seasons destroyed A ritual killing bound his spirit to the Void Eyes drained of color, the beggar no more To become what the Believers waited for
They set him outside, beyond the spheres Quiet as the night, long like the years He opened his eyes, as black as a dream Trying to speak, his only words only a scream
And lo! in the month of darkness And lo! his name destroyed And lo! he still whispers in silence And lo! he went into the void