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I am the god, the chaos and destruction
Behold the powers of my wrath
I am the sword
The burning blade of vengeance
Your blood in my hands

As I embrace the black fire of the end
Ashes rain upon me when heaven is in flames

I am the bringer of your damnation
The judge and deliverance in one
If I say there shall be darkness
All light will die
I rule the world without a sun

With sorrow I behold the demise
The ruins of empyrium
With sorrow I behold, it was fortold
When angels fall, we have seen the last dawn

I am counting hours
Waiting for the sun to set below horizon
Blinded by the light until the

Darkness will fall upon me
And I become as one

Last few restless hours
Until the daylight will reach its end
I am granted with great powers
But blinded by the light until the

The pyre of gods, black flame within me
Purgatory
The fire of wrath inside
I burn alive

Throw of the scent
To seace the chase of life
When one with death no light in sight
I have been told that before the end
The angels will come, angels will come

Years has taken the best out of me
The sharpest edge
Endless burdensome journey without a rest

Murder in cold blood instead of a suicide
This crime is justified
I have killed myself so many times
That for me wihtout a doubt
Heaven is denyed

I am here, I am waiting, In silence
With no fear of dying

No more bleeding inside
Waiting for the black sun to rise

I embrace
The depths of oblivion
I am engaged to the escapeable end

The void that once was a strenght
Consuming and fearce
Became too intense
Destructive

I behold the days that are numbered
In my perdiction
The end has been forseen

I am unable to accept this failure

As weak as I am
I have no strenght in me to pretend

The throne that once
Marked my strenght
Is now a token of my failure

I can’t recall
That the summer came this year before the fall
Leafs didn’t grow on trees, grass wasn’t green
No lifesigns to be found
It’s like a soundscape of silence

The final harvest has become
with bare hands we sowed the fields of ice
Lats crop that died on the ground
Into the frozen soil
Where I bury myself to be reborn

I can’t recall
That the summer came this year before the fall
To The land of thousand frozen lakes
Where the endless winter without sun will bury us
Like a snowfall

I have become to question my existence
The purpose of life
The essence of the creature I am

These days will be remembered
As the dark ones
When all life withered away

Death came with me side by side
Our trail across the land
Left only void behind

I have become more than my reflection
I have overcome the sickness
The weakness of my blood
I am the plaque, I am the flood

I have become more than a man
Weak flesh seals inside a god

I follow
I walk the trail
Of my shadow
It walks ahead
Leading away
From the light

Darkness walks beside me