A swirling tempest above
tearing asunder the clouds
The fabric of existence
torn and ripped yet immortal
As i stood at the edge of time
I watched a world in decline
Creating light through Lucifers eye
and to escape from d**hs reaping scythe
And from the abyss we emerge
Heavy hearted and yearning
For that dawn that will never come
We are the nocturnal children, nights unholy sons
A new uprising of dark power
For we have tasted the end
But a Promethean flame
is lit in the heart and mind
To embrace the new tide.