Lirama

Somewhere in the lightless, labyrinthine depths of the Darkenhold forest

Who are you, wanderer?

I can't remember

The wolves are gathering
the stars are shifting
come, join us in the hunt

What arboreal augury be this?
Has the Realm Verdant at last seen the countenance
of the scourge born of prophecy?
What is thy scheme, Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz?

Who are you, wanderer?

I have the scent

Gaze into the mists
feel the earth thawing beneath your feet
Come, bring down the prey

The wolves are gathering
The stars are shifting
This spectre at the feast
This nectar of the vine

Look at the power you possess
See the might which you wield
You know who you are, do you not?

Yes, I am the scythe in the field at summer
I am the thunder that awakens the earth
I am that which gives the night air its chill

Who are you, wanderer?

I am far beyond the ken of men
my gaze shall make the night tremble

So dour a mien, let all night's fulgors flame
Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unborn
He is the scourge, the thanatos, the cleansing fire, the purifying storm
he is the cataclysm given corporeal form
Be wary that your progeny does not consume thee
Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz... the Voice of the Night

Who are you, my son?

Father... I am annihilation incarnate