The Unholy Conception - Hoth

Many millennia ago

A premonition of eternal chaos

Of nations erased and forgotten

Of worlds aflame and bodies turned to dust

Of the black void he is born

During the harshest winter storm

A boy takes his first breaths

Squalling in sweat and shadow

The shape of things to come

The black seed drips with sin

The most unholy conception

A destiny rotten from within

It is all part of a great plan

The unholy will of an ancient evil

To restore the glory of the forgotten

To enslave the universe for eternity

Of the black void he is born

During the harshest winter storm

A boy takes his first breaths

Squalling in sweat and shadow

The shape of things to come

The black seed drips with sin

The most unholy conception

A destiny rotten from within

Bastard, slave, worthless

Dust clogs every pore

His wretched life is agony

They sow the seeds of vengeance