I saw asudden the cold and rook-delighting world

Dungeons wail and crypts swell

Twelve moons in Hell

Twelve moons in Hell

Under the ciphers' spell

All that is solid melts

Like flesh into air

Into air

Old gods dethroned

Calling forth unmoored vast formless things

In patterns of thy butchery

In the shadows of my breed

Leviathan

Now quartered, drawn

Black dragons of chaos tamed

By runes opaque

In twilight ritual

The world unmade

Lost in red winds

Lost in red winds

Rising in a net

Descend again

Silent in a net

Upon the trees