Embrace the Emptiness - Evoken

Born to darkness, the woods forever stand among the gathering

Upon his eyes the last of the sun’s glow

Ascend the candlelit path to where the gift of life is given

Beyond all dream is his ignorance to a serene past

Upon his will you will sleep to an endless dusk

The howls' of an evening’s plague of sorrow rides the land in a storm’s mist

Glaring in hope to witness the breath of a new dawn

Yet a mystical thought allows him to look upon a sky covered in black satin

Through profane eternity he drinks the nectar of immortality

Searching eons for the darkest of pastures

An emotion filled with such vengeance enrages his coldest heart

As now, the wolves of autumn shriek the call of this, the final night.