Come forth scathing winds Rid these mortals of their flesh For it is time to glut the hunger Of the unending The ebbing of the blood shall bring the void Death is the threshold to its gates To the dark and cold in the nothing beyond I am the key, messenger of darkness When the earth is dead and all is not The void shall consume all All shall return to Darkness Existence shall be no more I shall stalk the earth in shadow Bearing these words upon manking And in the eyes of their dying children, they shall see In the shallow breath of the sick and starving, they shall hear In the husks of their failing mortality, they shall feel The great Truth shall be known and all will despair The Nothing lurks just beyond the horizon Flesh and blood is all that binds Ever-failing as life's light grows dim The end is coming And all shall be cast to the void