He is coming

He who waits behind the wall.

He who waits to end it all.

All that you know,

all that you are,
he will tear it from you and leave you afar.

He will call on the beast to devour your soul.

He will take the whole world and make it unwhole.

He Comes

He who will sing the end of the earth.

Such a beautiful song.
What a beautiful night.
He awaits the night.
He awaits darkness.

He who waits behind the wall.

He is the chaotic hivemind.
Eating my soul.
Making me unwhole.
One with him.

Chaos and casualty both bereft

With order without chaos
there in no order left.

He waits for this.

He who waits behind the wall.
Waits for the call.
To set him free.

He will destroy it all.

All will be laid to rest.
At his hand.
He will make it all his.
If you let him.
You will let him.
He will sing the song.
The song to end the earth

He is the one without eyes.

He is the one without form.
He will be the one who lies.
He will be the one who will rage.
Through this shattered world
Through my blackened eyes.
Through this curled fate.
Through this world's revise.

I will sing the song.

Through me he will sing.
Sing the song all day long.
From him i will bring up.
Bring these spawn
into the cruel world.
Of what we tread on.
Of which we've been hurled.

I will sing the song.

And it will go like this:

Serenade the end.

With the beat that you all know.
The heart beat of the earth.
The song of the soul.

Hold on closely to your heart.

For it's the song's rhythm.
Everyone is the drum.
Everyone is the song

He waits behind the wall.

In a palace of tortured glass.
Served by the legions,
forged from the tears of the restless dead.

And clad in armor,

carved from the suffering of mothers.

In his right hand he holds a dead star.

And in his left he holds the candle whose light is shadow.

His left hand is stained in the blood of Am Dhaegar

His six mouths speak in different tongues.

And the seventh shall sing the song that ends the earth.

He Comes