Lo ! I pilgrim came from the
desert Draped in sickness, dressed in
black
When the utter thunders roared
young And the heart of Valusia enshrined the
dark He was born of the whore but was
forged by wrath And he was lusting for
more
Born at Zins earthdawn the halo of
the chosen foreshadowed the
war
Promethean Phosphor
Beared the
mark of hatelorn Saturn And whispered requiems
lurid to men Natus sub Stella Polari Mortal
deva, promethian mortalis
Links
