O Anti-Cosmics; reign in your majesty
Sworn to the blackest flame for eternity
In winter’s grasp beneath the freezing skies
All shall come to pass before my very eyes
Vile spirits
Blackened souls
In the depths of the abyss
On the infernal throne
Visions of fire
Grasping for clarity
Shining through darkness
Reveal yourself to me
A great storm builds on the horizon as the sky dissolves to red
The waters soon will mirror this as they swell with the dead
A black moon shines it’s barren light on the few that remain
The crows take hold and consume the souls of those who twist in pain
