Lychgates now wrung ope
Dhroud the World in cerecloth
All the filth of Man struck down
Like the Flame snuffs out the Moth
Repent you Fools for the Time has come to end all worthless Life
Accept the grasp of Death so cold
Succumb to Him and die
Devoid of Light, all Life subsides as the Reaper wields his Scythe
All Hope is crushed and cast aside
As Mans Existence has been denied
So abandon Hope and await the End for Darkness comes again
And all thats left in the Aftermath...
... is Silence
In great strides end comes
Trampling the blackended Soil
And so strides the pale Horse
To send us all into the Void
Speak the words unspoken
Watch the Moon turn red and bleed
The fourth Seal has been broken
As the Reaper rides his skeletal steed
In great strides end comes
Trampling the blackended Soil
And so strides the pale Horse
To send us all into the Void
An Orb once crawling full with Life
Now barren, dead and cold
The Human race at last erased
Now Deaths Glory reigns in this Place
So abandon Hope and awaits the End
For Darkness comes again
And all that's left in the Aftermath...
... is Silence...