All (human) colors die in blistering winds, when all days are put to rest, my world will begin, alone, without life, without light. / [bad word] death (Torched and tortured the outer light world) scattered before a bringer of ember storms. This realm will all be mine, yet the self is the only one to see. Cursed by a sorrow and portal hidden in the woods lie slaughtered useless beings not belonging to this forest / Return for the loss of all time, for haunted merely meant nothing to me.