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In ancient times I conquered a land

I killed the unworthy and weak

I spread my blood I spread my word

But the soil was not able to take

I burnt this land I've slain the last

I emptied my reign I've cleared it up

I've claimed this land for those of my kind

But now the ashes are raining since years

Brought their bodies to gigantic piles

The fires blackened the sky

Flesh was burning year after year

No sound except the roar of the flames

The piles won't shrink, ashes rise high

My world becomes grey, no life dwells here

Land and sky you can't tell apart

Fog caresses my empire of grey

The waters' mirror blinded by the fading reflections of light

The cradle of life has become its grave, the shores are turning black

The waters are poisoned, a sticky swamp

These shores are damned, no ship will come

The silent zone - everything stands still

No color, no shape is left

IN MEMORY OF QUORTHON!

After years the shadows arrived

surmise them through the clouds

The ground is moving, something has returned

The shadows grew longer, the shadows moved faster

I wait for them to break through the clouds

The legions of unlight, the pestbreathing beasts