From the Abyss

A swirling tempest above Tearing asunder the clouds The fabric of existence Torn and ripped yet immortal As I stood at the edge of time I watched a world in decline Creating light through Lucifers eye And to escape from deaths reaping scythe And from the abyss we emerge Heavy hearted and yearning For that dawn that will never come We are the nocturnal children, nights unholy sons A new uprising of dark power For we have tasted the end But a Promethean flame Is lit in the heart and mind To embrace the new tide.