fading in moonlight

the darkness of night

across someone's dream

of cruelty and fright

the nomads of somberlain

stalking ignite

the fire that burns

in disdain and delight

a weary man's head

now lays down to rest

directly amidst

a serpent's cold nest



a dark robe of velvet

weaved of despair

the gown of the weak

for the weak ones to wear

the day to rest it

now finally goes

the enemies of order

the holy one's foes

aligning the planets,

constellations appear



to announce the arrival,

the chosen ones here...

basra, in darkness,

the jewel of the night

my somberlain beauty there's

no need to fight

the veil of deceit around

you if flows

my dagger is drawn

now pay what you owe



from far and wide disciples draw nigh

to praise the birth, the coming, the rise



now that the prophecy

has finally come true

the witches of earth

realm brew a strange brew

to poison the lands

and blacken the soil

for the growth

of disaster to bring

chaos and toil