When he came trough the dark
With a stranger felling
A ancient fear
That never more will leave him

A stranger sensation
Like thousand eyes are watching
Eyes from another age
Eyes from the infinity

The sudden cold
As if the heart were to stop
Dissolved in ashes
Throwning into oblivion

Under the presence of the Moon
Pale and thirsty for lighting his skin
He loses his form
He lost his soul

The reduced body
Now in flesh and wounds
Writhes in pain
In a new state of glory

Come son of chaos
Creep on your despair
They are salvation for you
They come for give your death

And over that reddish sky
That miserable Wight finds his destiny
Blessed by the madness
From the Unknow Gods

Who watches us?
Who transform us?
Who can listen de wrath?
Oh unknown Gods?