Nightchildren bring my words Howling them through the dark The time is here for my return With the shadows I walk Twilight shrouds the earth As always when I'm here Night spreads her wings for me They call me father
I Have Come To Reap
Flowers wither where I walk Dying of my caress Summer sheds her tears As I kiss her to her death Pulling her dying remains Into my cold embrace No more colors but mine Exquisite and foul are they
I Grant You My Dead Seed
My heart is made of thorns I spread my frost as a monument of my rebirth I bear stormwinds in my soul And I scatter these storms to enslave the earth
