The stillness is broken Steps softened by grass The thin air crackles Eyes fogged up like glass You try to remain calm White knuckles betray the tension But your mind is set The destiny is chosen Years Leaning on Ancient tomes Years On a quest For this unearthly gift The gray sky All engulfing Frames this grotesque scenario The lust for power All consuming Awakens this ancient beast You try to remain calm White knuckles betray the tension But your mind is set The destiny is chosen You find the place And hope it’s worth it You draw the sign And call forth You draw your blood Hoping that will be enough You offer your flesh Praying that will be enough But it’s not You set loose an unstoppable force That does not accept parts When it can devour all And soon it will