The Cold Wake

A massive cauldron of fire
Hate and death
Sweeps the wasteland
Screams, cold and filled with
Fear and madness

The sky is filled with fire
And the soil turns black
Ashes swirl in the deathstorms
Maelstroms deeper than eyes can see
Then the oceans turn crimson and ascend
Monuments rise to fall apart
Shaping naked landscapes

Empires of morbid art and visions
Breeding the swarm of wrath
Cast out, walk forth, chasing death