Screams pierce my dreams in the cool Minano night

Awakened in a cold sweat, my thoughts resigned

I rush to the window of my scarlet laden sanctum

Behind the curtains, silence in the twilight

I swear I saw it

Unbridled genocide

Cobblestone traced in blood and

Virtue most defiled

No sum of wine

Will alleviate the nightmares

The visions haunt my very soul

Be damned, my foresight

Could the dreams be nothing more

Than simply fantasy

Born from my cicatrix of witchеry?

Years and years

I have hеld fast

The tomes of Hell amassed

The toll they’ve taken on my soul

Is everlasting

Yet a gift of red stone

Born from a crimson book

Guards me in the solemn nights

Of which I now must sit and bide

The screams still searing in my heart

As clear as day

A bottle down

Another found

Yet nothing will gift aid

Rage within boils as I curse my yielding god

When a glint of flame presents itself

Behind my windows’ refuge

Beyond the glass

My nightmares have come true

Before me, I see the doom of which had woken me

Gripping the stone

As tears fall from my eyes

A hopeless reign of death ascending

My thoughts resigned

Forsaken

Forgotten

Apostasy reversed

The long night of the Ebon Vale has dawned