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