| Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether | |
| The silent one, the harbinger of woe | |
| The oracle of sorrows yet to be | |
| The unnamed foreshadowing | |
| Marauder! | |
| Like the carrion-crow that circles the channel-field | |
| He knows his moment is soon | |
| "Render ash Unto Them!" | |
| As the penumbra darkness lengthens | |
| And the layers of quintessence are pierced | |
| On void-trails of scorn he descends | |
| To sow the seeds of this world's decay | |
| Crawling and cowled | |
| Oracle of the End, the doom-sidhe | |
| Watching... Waiting | |
| Watching... Waiting | |
| Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor | |
| A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality | |
| Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh | |
| As whispering words strip life | |
| From the very landscape of men | |
| Raving the soul of the Earth |