Apokalips - Pentagram

At last all alone

Silence feeds the rest

Cold darkness gone

Remains the void and vast

Winds of sand protect me

Like no one’s ever done

Now winds of sand deny all

From any human flaw

Ravens in the air

Ancient pipe is blown

A dream i recall

At first they evoked

Demons of their past

Hope and joy is gone

Mindfall came at last

Gales of hate in death wards

Wasted flesh and bones

The wings of black collecting souls

A destiny foretold

The apocalypse is on