All (human) colors die in blistering winds
When all days are put to rest
My world will begin, alone, without life, without light
Cruel death (Torched and tortured the outer light world)
Scattered before a bringer of ember storms
This realm will all be mine
Yet the self is the only one to see
Cursed by a sorrow and portal
Hidden in the woods lie slaughtered useless beings not belonging to this forest
Return for the loss of all time, for haunted merely meant nothing to me