On the index of existence my name is erased

I am forgotten in the eyes of your lord

My name can’t be uttered by your human tongue

I am the vessel in which fear is poured

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I sit on my throne of nothing

I wait for my time to return

By sin or by fire, I’ll wipe the slates clean

In my name all the worlds will burn

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I gorge my belly on the runes of the past

I drink from the fountain of tears

My right hand contains the power of malice

My left hand holds the darkness to awaken your fears

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I sit on my throne of nothing

My wrath is mighty and old

By hate or by suffering, I’ll wipe the slates clean

In my name the stars will grow cold