Beneath a blackened, midnight’s gaze
A sombre dread assumes its form
Its whispers on the freezing winds
Are portents of a looming age

Malevolence draws ever near
A growing darkness looms afar
Upon the distant dawn’s horizon
Beyond the foresights of good men

Through ravaged woods, in veils of mist
A haunting presence rises
Mountains shiver, and rivers bleed
As shadows lengthen onward

Omens telling now of terror
Foreboding vessels shall arrive
Premonitions are beholden
In weakened souls and restless minds
As all hopes begin to wane
A looming terror
As hopes begin to wane

Can then courage still unite us?
Will steadfast hearts still stand and fight?
Confronting the impending age
Where shadows battle over light