Ashbringer

Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether
The silent one, the harbinger of woe
The oracle of sorrows yet to be
The unnamed foreshadowing

Marauder!

Like the carrion-crow that circles the charnel-field
He knows his moment is soon

"Render ash Unto Them!"

As the penumbral darkness lengthens
And the layers of quintessence are pierced
On void-trails of scorn he descends
To sow the seeds of this world's decay

Crawling and cowled
Oracle of the End, the doom-sidhe

Watching... Waiting
Watching... Waiting

Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor
A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality
Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh
As whispering words strip life
From the very landscape of men
Reaving the soul of the Earth