The Unholy Conception

Many millennia ago: a premonition of eternal chaos, of nations erased and forgotten, of worlds aflame and bodies turned to dust.

Of the black void he is born
During the harshest winter storm
A boy takes his first breaths
Squalling in sweat and shadow.

The shape of things to come
The black seed drips with sin
The most unholy conception
A destiny rotten from within.

It is all part of a great plan, the unholy will of an ancient evil
To restore the glory of the forgotten, to enslave the universe for eternity.

Of the black void he is born
During the harshest winter storm
A boy takes his first breaths
Squalling in sweat and shadow.

The shape of things to come
The black seed drips with sin
The most unholy conception
A destiny rotten from within.

Bastard, slave, worthless, dust clogs every pore
His wretched life is agony, they sow the seeds of vengeance.