Cold like pyres burn
And the blight upon this land
The exiled one shall return
A hundred dry wombs in his hand
Shunned wanderer
Usher the ruin, let it storm
Pale harbinger
Bring the fall
So the last guest arrives
Queen and w**** shall share decay
No heart alive
Partake in rank harvest regale
And the blight upon this land
The exiled one shall return
A hundred dry wombs in his hand
Shunned wanderer
Usher the ruin, let it storm
Pale harbinger
Bring the fall
So the last guest arrives
Queen and w**** shall share decay
No heart alive
Partake in rank harvest regale