The end is near but don't you fear
I'll be the one to cast you astray
Undying crows, the night-winds force
Shall carry you to the south
In the faint distant
Madness manifests
Our eyes unlit, as we grow pale
Watching the moon turn to dust
Life you possess, do you believe you're blessed?
Why do you accuse the world?
I am the god of deceiving your thoughts
Mysteries nevermore
In the faint distant
Madness manifests
Our eyes unlit, as we grow pale
Watching the moon turn to dust