A dark voice laments
over the stormy sea of sadness
A lonely boat goes down
under the silent stars of night
A dark trumpet calls
through the trees of shadows
Beneath a solemn moon
a tattered banner streams with blood
The dying warrior retreats
into the far away wasteland
Across a broken path
of shattered bones
All the shed blood gathers
in the red clouds of Apocalypse
All the eyeless victims
shrouded by night and fog