A dark voice laments
Over the stormy sea of sadness
A lonely boat goes down
Under the silent stars of night
A dark trumpet calls
Through the trees of shadows
Beneath a solemn moon
A tattered banner streams with blood
The dying warrior retreats
Into the far away wasteland
Across a broken path
Of shattered bones
All the shed blood gathers
In the red clouds of Apocalypse
All the eyeless victims
Shrouded by night and fog