Thy Dying Light

But Eternals Beheld His Vast Forests...

His Eternal Life, Like A Dream Was Obliterated...

Helpless It Lay, Like A Worm In His Frozen Track...

Behold, Our Race Of Unstoppable Genius...

From His Woven Darkness Above...

Writhing Upon The Wind Of Mystic Philosophy And Dreams...

They Saw His Pale Visage Emerge From The Darkness...

Thy Dying Light, And Desolate Darkness...