Ebethron

Black blades in their hands

obey his every command

they search for that which is lost

through realms of rime and of frost

where no mortal may pass

atop a dais of glass

sits a scepter of light

a symbol of Titan's might

He comes from cities of darkness

to suffer harlots and fools

loneliness is his raiment

solitude is his jewel

he's seen the valleys of solace

beheld the spires of sleep

he's fed the pyres of the fallen

and heard the widows weep

We come from cities in darkness

to conquer cowards and fools

loneliness is our payment

solitude is our due

walk through valleys of solace

ascend the spires of sleep

ignore the warnings of prophets

and for your children I'll weep

skies blackened with crows

shadows on winter's snows

within a temple of ice

priestesses perform the rites

witness the setting of suns

the darkest days have begun

let the seers come forth

at morning's light we ride north