Dawn of Relic - Chapter I - Throes Matrix :Phosphor


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

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