Ashbringer-Fen

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