Ashes fall from the crimson sky:
A time and a place for the elder gods to die.
Rise up, my friends of forgotten name.
This death has been promised,
This life will be claimed.

“Would you pity me,
Ye who butchered be?
Punished for my sin,
Bleeding from within...
Now, my soul is dying.”

See the smoke of bodies burning,
Open your eyes!
See the ashes of the face
That you so despised.

We helped you to grow, we helped you to be;
But you cast us aside for the flames of iniquity.
Condemned of the flesh and of phantasmagoria,
We promise revenge for the fallen inamorata.

See the smoke of bodies burning,
Open your eyes!
Did you have no shred of pity
As you watched her die?

“I’m dying here.
I can’t escape this fear.
I will not survive,
And so I breathe one final
Word to those alive as I burn away.”