With, shadows at one, by the Wolfsbane bloom This grim season Autumn come, Melancholia strangled. Once fertile soils, Captive in the Deities web. A new lord was born, not of the serpent Nor the Dove, heavens abandon forbids the glow, inferior to its essence. Zastras descended in that mighty shape, crushed were the victims of belief. Child of night, Howl at Nanna's gaze Frozen were the forests where they stood entranced. Show us of the portal, from which burns Our desire, forever the Catacombs cry. When he beckons from the third palace. Desolate stars cease to shine, long since unorthdox rule. Artuk Nurazuk screamed, from below the restless sea. Splendorous dawn, you have long since pa**ed But your end is but the way of the weeping Rose, fear not its savage grace, for the darkness Has eyes, to many his minions have befallen. Aakbal called to the storms which in turn blackened the snow. Reveal what has loomed for centuries It is he who bears the diadom within that somber gaze He has spoken threw many nightmares The Empress shed her spectral gloom, curse not This realm untouched by light, tremors At the break of dusk. The blind heathen broke from its chains. Homage it given with the sullen rain. To many his minions have befallen.