The bones of the ancients lay silent in the dust. Entwind with the remains of the resitance. I stood somber admist the remnants of a war forght in vein. As I look upon their bones I knew it was my time. In the absence of the sun, I stood somber admist the storm and witessed the aftermath of heresy, and the fall of the divine. My eyes transfixed upon a distant shape. Glowing, drawing ever closer. I watched as the shape drew near and before my eyes turned into a demon. He stoped in his tracks before me. Upon his head layed a crown of fire. The flames flickered as his eyes met mine. We stood motionless in the storm and he spoke to me. "I've seen all that is to be seen, I've heard all that is to be heard. I am all knowing but still I am empty, I'm so empty." He forged this crown from the flame of mankind, but the sadness of the world laid heavy on his brow. He can no longer bare the burden of humanity. The bones of the ancients lay silent in the dust. Entwind with the remains of the resitance. I stood somber admist the remnants of a war forght in vein. As I look upon their bones I knew it was my time. Right before my eyes, the demon turned to ash upon the snow. I took the crown, as the winds took his remains to the sky. The Wolves Gather Around me howling black lullabys. Their songs enslave even the strongest man in sleep. As we slumber the snow erases us. Wiping clean the slates of time. Whitnessing the end of the world we know. Wiping clean our existence. In the absence of the sun, I stood somber admist the storm. The crown of hell laid heavy upon my head as the world fell into the black slumber.