This soul, from the pits below, eyes of death, skin like winter
A stare of stone, from the pits below, eyes of death, skin like winter
The darkest of sin incarnate, the world has seen
The darkest of sin incarnate, the world has seen
Its wrath is unmatched, its destruction knows no bounds
The enigma of blood and bones, the unholy reaper, the eater of worlds
Not of shadow, nor fog
Not of shadow, nor fog