Many millennia ago: a premonition of eternal chaos, of nations erased and forgotten, of worlds aflame and bodies turned to dust



Of the black void he is born,

During the harshest winter storm

A boy takes his first breaths,

Squalling in sweat and shadow



The shape of things to come

The black seed drips with sin

The most unholy conception

A destiny rotten from within

It is all part of a great plan, the unholy will of an ancient evil,

To restore the glory of the forgotten, to enslave the universe for eternity,



Of the black void he is born,

During the harshest winter storm

A boy takes his first breaths,

Squalling in sweat and shadow



The shape of things to come

The black seed drips with sin

The most unholy conception

A destiny rotten from within



Bastard, slave, worthless, dust clogs every pore, his wretched life is agony, they sow the seeds of vengeance