All (human) colors die in blistering winds,
When all days are put to rest,
My world will begin, alone, without life, without light.
Cruel d**h (Torched and tortured the outer light world)
Scattered before a bringer of ember storms.
This realm will all be mine,
Yet the self is the only one to see.
Cursed by a sorrow and portal
Hidden in the woods lie slaughtered useless beings not belonging to this forest
Return for the loss of all time, for haunted merely meant nothing to me.