Ashbringer (Fen)

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