Cold was the night when I've been told
Of all miseries known to men
Secrets, they were worth more than gold
I lost my soul, right then.

In this grievous tome of dieing
The misurged runes showed me pain
All the pain and the suffering
That you will obtain.

Misery to the world
I've come to spread
I'll your worst fear

I'll be your pain
And I'll be your death
I'll make you scream

You'll remember grief
That comes with my face
May or words be short and brief
Its time I've learned my place

All these ancient scrolls had showed me a new way
The way darkness, yet untold
I'm a deathless apparation which brings you unto this gloomy day
With solemness I can never grow old

For what you have hoped, i am the leas'
That will be your end, before my pain
May it bring you inner peace
And rest in this firey reign

Will just make worse from fears
And pain will just blend
Blood in your tears
The text shows (that) there's no end

To get out of this sickening rain
I am the last Soul, Fortold by the Dammed
No good shall I bring, nor will you gain
Under my command

You're of no worth if you're dead, so just remain dieing
'cause I enjoy pain and suffering, its just my curiosity
We are the supreme core of evil in all living
I adore the Advent Children's monstrosity

We are the few and the chosen
The quiet and softly spoken
The children of an advent yet to come