Thy Dying Light

But Eternals Beheld His Vast Forest

His Eternal Life, Like a Dream Was Obliterated

Helpless It Lay, Like a Worm in His Frozen Tracks

Behold, Our Race of Unstoppable Genius

From the Woven Darkness Above

Writhing Upon the Wind of Mystic Philosophy and Dreams

They Saw His Pale Visage Emerge from the Darkness

Thy Dying Light, And Desolate Darkness

Arise, My Lord of Infernal Wisdom