The Void by Nightbringer
Come forth scathing winds
Rid these mortals of their flesh
For it is time to glut the hunger
Of the unending
The ebbing of the blood shall bring the void
Death is the threshold to its gates
To the dark and cold in the nothing beyond
I am the key, messenger of darkness
When the earth is dead and all is not
The void shall consume all
All shall return to Darkness
Existence shall be no more
I shall stalk the earth in shadow
Bearing these words upon manking
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