Ashbringer

Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether
 The silent one, the harbinger of woe
 The oracle of sorrows yet to be
 The unnamed foreshadowing
 Marauder!
 Like the carrion-crow that circles the charnel-field
 He knows his moment is soon
 "Render ash Unto Them!"
 As the penumbral darkness lengthens
 And the layers of quintessence are pierced
 On void-trails of scorn he descends
 To sow the seeds of this world's decay
 Crawling and cowled
 Oracle of the End, the doom-sidhe
 Watching... Waiting
 Watching... Waiting
 Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor
 A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality
 Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh
 As whispering words strip life
 From the very landscape of men
 Reaving the soul of the Earth