There, the earth tilt’s worldly gain We are fear’s possession Until your fear of dark Sunslain When the weight of the night lessens Grief speaks of slaughter In riddles speaks of strife Watch man destroy his brother Destroyer of all life With the world you know On doomsday’s brink All fear possess me The blackened lake of fire and ink Drowned souls will ever be Grief speaks to them of Slaughter In a dismal-web Void of life As riddles rhymes encode the call Of what you know as strife