The Dying Heavens Worm Shepherd

I have stained this land with blood
Knowing not the effects, the drought nor the black
Restore life to this barren land

In the first hideous seconds arriving in this place of darkness, the whistling and whispers arose
Soon after rose the unquenchable flames

The unquenchable flames which enveloped the sound and muted the calls
Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash
I will find my way out of the raging circle
From the Hymns I have strayed
And on the darkest shore
And in the death of me I will
I will

Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash
I will find my way out of the raging circle
And on the darkest shore, I will obtain an undying presence
Undying presence

Do you hear it? The symphony of pain
The crashing of waves and the glitter of rain
It surrounds us as we sleep but overwhelming is its hold
For there is no escape whether woken or adrift into that hellish dream

There is no escape
The tides rise to obscure the moonlight gleam
I will not lay motionless in the heart of the wildfire
Through searing skin and blaring cries this war will not bring forth my end