All (human) colors die in blistering winds
When all days are put to rest
My world will begin
Alone, without life, without light

Cruel death
(Torched and tortured the outer light world)
Scattered before a bringer of ember storms
This realm will all be mine, yet the self is the only one to see
Cursed by a sorrow and portal hidden in the woods
Lie slaughtered useless beings not belonging to this forest

Return for the loss of all time
For haunted merely meant nothing to me