I have been waiting for many years
For a gate like this one to open
I welcomed the abyss into myself
I crept silently like frantic hunger
It was there I escalated in the colors of night
I saw the stars clearer than daylight
The suffrage behind the glass
It is done, Shemhamforash!
The most incredible malcontent I could gather
Was found beneath the shade of the world
My most focused distaste was now far more palpable
There I was, ripping apart my calluses
Old blood running over new flesh
The nightmares that live within the withering tree
Continue to exist where dead leaves fall eternally
I have long endured my practice
Legendary ironwork
Forged from fire and hatred
I am the blacksmith of your frustration
Many generations strength
I now embrace this curse
Nothing can befall the northern truth
In everything is darkness
And so it shall be called clarity