ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Come, black, flood
Blood, moon, tide
Crush, iced, peaks
Purge, this plague
Winds blown clouds churn above
On comes the fated breath
Eroding, reclaiming
Become as earth
Ears deafen, awe stricken
Stripped from our wretched throne
Dawn the age
Darkened silence
All is reborn
From the silence
