Pantheon of the Nightside Gods

We are nothing but mere shadows in the gloom
 Lone wraiths that wane into the unrelenting void
 Kings of old all gone and scattered in the wind
 For the mighty and the poor, all shall fall
 Through the nothingness we drift, falter and decay
 Without your stellar omnipotence guiding our trail
 Your voice shall tremor through the everlasting halls
 In the echoes of your steps, we shall never be astray
 Yours is the song that resounds in the streams and winds
 Yours is the song woven into the fabric of the night
 Ye shall...
 Darken the sun
 Turn the moon to blood
 Put out all the stars
 Tear the heavens down
 Tablets of creation
 Shall be made anew
 Devastating furor
 Sanctifies the world of worms
 We who wait veiled in the dark
 Call out your name through the night
 We, we who wait in the dark…