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Apr 2021
A Son of Night and Chaos
2008 version
When would it end, the age of chaos?
Its rattle as deathly as any
The Son of Night and Chaos, I was
Hurled into the abyss of agony
By selling my world to Satan?
Or bleeding yours with my blood?
Sempiternal was my fall
And reborn I was from mud
The blade was cold, its pain
Was like a sea of red
What you robbed when I lived
I shall reclaim when you’re dead
Grinding your name, I found myself
Lost in this soul-less flood
What you lost in my tears
I shall earn in your Blood
Undead, as I found myself
A lust for pain consumed me
In this orgasm of vengeance
From death I shall be free
A son of night and chaos, I was
The Son of Night and Chaos
2025 book version
When would it end, this age of chaos?
Its rattle as hollow, as deathly, as fate.
A Son of Night and Chaos, I was—
Cast into pain by the hands of hate.
Did I fall by selling my world to the Beast?
Or bleeding yours with a traitor’s trust?
Sempiternal was my fall,
And I rose again from ash and dust.
The blade was cold — a tide of red.
Its kiss a sea where angels bled.
What you robbed when I still drew breath,
I shall reclaim with your final death.
Grinding your name, I found my core,
Adrift in this soul-less, crimson shore.
What you lost in the salt of my tears,
I will earn in your blood and fear.
Undead, I walked — a storm unmade.
A lust for pain became my creed.
In this orgasm of vengeance,
From death… I shall be freed.
A Son of Night and Chaos, I was—
The Son of Night and Chaos.