The Fated Breath - Withered

Come, black, flood

Blood, moon, tide

Crush, iced, peaks

Purge, this plague

Winds blown clouds churn above

On comes the fated breath

Eroding, reclaiming

Become as earth

Ears deafen, awe stricken

Stripped from our wretched throne

Dawn the age

Darkened silence

All is reborn

From the silence