The banshee's call shall wake the Dead; when dark portents wax nigh
Heed them as the bearers of the apocalypse
They shall crawl once more from the void, bound to its will.
The War in Heaven shall be as nothing to their vengeance
For the sons of Gorgonia, few in number, cannot stand against them.
And the Eye of the Pure shall dim, closing for eternity
Such a gentle goddess cannot witness such atrocities as they shall wreak.
The soulless ones shall be the harbingers of the dark fate
Then shall come the living dead, the progeny
Then the thirsting ones, The forever damned
And the galaxy shall run red as the blood of Evermore,
Drakin shall bring forth the Dragon
The Master of the Eternal will drink deep from Pure's Eye
That Which Lies Outside will be drawn to the harvest
And the Satanis shall turn brother against brother.
He shall take his place amongst the stars,
His legions ascendant, unstoppable as the night
A deadly shroud shall fall across the spirit
And the galaxy shall mourn
