Dawn Of Relic Phosphor
Lo !
I pilgrim came from the desert
Draped in sickness, dressed in black
When the utter thunders roared young
And the heart of Valusia enshrined the dark
He was born of the whore
but was forged by wrath
And he was lusting for more
Born at Zins earthdawn
the halo of the chosen
foreshadowed the war
Promethean Phosphor
Beared the mark of hatelorn Saturn
And whispered requiems lurid to men
Natus sub Stella Polari
Mortal deva, promethian mortalis
