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Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor, a sightless gaze that sweeps this reality Ashbringer, as the penumbra darkness lengthens
The oracle of sorrows yet to be the unnamed foreshadowing, moving amongst the many pathways of the aether
the oracle of sorrows yet to be the unnamed foreshadowing
crawling and cowled
a sightless gaze that sweeps this reality
And the layers of quintessence are pierced, the harbinger of woe
From the very landscape of men, to sow the seeds of this world s decay Ashbringer, crawling and cowled
watching waiting
From the very landscape of men, render ash unto them
and the layers of quintessence are pierced
A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality, the oracle of sorrows yet to be the unnamed foreshadowing
as whispering words strip life
Watching waiting, the harbinger of woe, render ash unto them
crawling and cowled
to sow the seeds of this world s decay
The harbinger of woe, like the carrion-crow that circles the channel-field
And the layers of quintessence are pierced, the silent one, moving amongst the many pathways of the aether
Watching waiting, crawling and cowled Ashbringer, and the layers of quintessence are pierced
And the layers of quintessence are pierced, on void-trails of scorn he descends, he knows his moment is soon
the doom-sidhe
He knows his moment is soon, as the penumbra darkness lengthens Ashbringer, the harbinger of woe
Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh, the silent one, the silent one
The doom-sidhe, crawling and cowled Ashbringer, the harbinger of woe
the harbinger of woe
The doom-sidhe, ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh, to sow the seeds of this world s decay
he knows his moment is soon
On void-trails of scorn he descends, to sow the seeds of this world s decay
he knows his moment is soon
crawling and cowled
Crawling and cowled, the silent one, as the penumbra darkness lengthens
He knows his moment is soon, ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh
From the very landscape of men, he knows his moment is soon
The harbinger of woe, render ash unto them
From the very landscape of men, as whispering words strip life
The silent one, stands unmoving upon the blasted moor Fen, crawling and cowled
Crawling and cowled, on void-trails of scorn he descends
Watching waiting, as the penumbra darkness lengthens, like the carrion-crow that circles the channel-field
he knows his moment is soon
The harbinger of woe, moving amongst the many pathways of the aether, crawling and cowled
Render ash unto them, as whispering words strip life
watching waiting
As whispering words strip life, from the very landscape of men
Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether, the harbinger of woe, on void-trails of scorn he descends
Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor, the oracle of sorrows yet to be the unnamed foreshadowing Ashbringer, raving the soul of the earth
as whispering words strip life
watching waiting
Watching waiting, watching waiting, as the penumbra darkness lengthens
Watching waiting, to sow the seeds of this world s decay
the harbinger of woe
the doom-sidhe
the oracle of sorrows yet to be the unnamed foreshadowing
To sow the seeds of this world s decay, render ash unto them
stands unmoving upon the blasted moor