Ashbringer - Fen

Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether

The silent one, the harbinger of woe

The oracle of sorrows yet to be

The unnamed foreshadowing

Marauder!

Like the carrion-crow that circles the channel-field

He knows his moment is soon

«Render ash Unto Them!»

As the penumbra darkness lengthens

And the layers of quintessence are pierced

On void-trails of scorn he descends

To sow the seeds of this world’s decay

Crawling and cowled

Oracle of the End, the doom-sidhe

Watching… Waiting

Watching… Waiting

Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor

A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality

Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh

As whispering words strip life

From the very landscape of men

Raving the soul of the Earth