The Tower of Perpetual Twilight

The wind whips through my flesh
 No robe can quell this chill
 For I am the one who walks in solitude
 No tears are left to fall
 My heart is cold as ice
 My will shall manifest death incarnate
 The scythes are sharp
 The graves are wide
 The reaping has begun
 No sun shall rise
 No dawn shall come
 No mercy bestowed
 To drink the blood of Kings
 To reign the twilight throne
 My power shall echo through void
 I can know no peace under the burning sun
 I walk this land of graves
 I embrace this realm of sorrow
 My footsteps are Black Death upon the soil
 I call upon the elder Gods to subjugate all life
 Their dominion of this realm be eternal
 Within these halls and crumbling vaults
 Disciples draw their blood
 Swords unleashed to start the greatest chaos
 Beneath the weight of a thousand burning temples
 Wisdom obtained
 The power of death be upon us
 Through the piercing eyes of the serpent
 They shall come forth again under the sign of eleven fold stars
 In a grave dug long ago
 I lay my head between the rot and bones
 Thou art the bane of all life; cursed and unholy
 Grant me thy strength to
 Put this world to heel