Of soot, embers, and ash this world is born Existence torn, hope long gone This darkness has eaten so far within That nothing is left of me, nothing Nothing is left, yet I feel the dead all around me They Speak to me, their whispers like wind Howling through my skull I shall not look up for I feel their eyes upon me Their gaze cuts through my flesh Penetrating into the eyeless sockets of my soul This world is a tomb, a grave that is howling Kingdom of the dead, the only thing that surrounds me I feel the dead all around me Their eyes light these ruins, their glare ignites this world Mankind is a tomb, a mass grave of reason A crawling hell Stygian void of human treason A shrine of eternal ruin