Here is the soul of a man. Here in this place for the taking. Clothed in white standing in the light. Here is the soul of a man. Time to speak with the shaman again. Conjure the jester again. Black dog in the ruins is howling my name. So here is the soul of a man. When the world was virgin. Before the coming of men. Just a solar witness. The beginning of the end. From a world of magma. To a cold rock face. The ascent of madness. And a human race. We are strange believers all of us. There are stranger truths immortal lust. We rise from slumber he calls our name. Recalls our number abide with pain. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. To God's illusion which I recall. Was our delusion. Before the fall. The angels come and the angels go. But the lord of light shining below. Eternal darkness beyond the stars. We think our wisdom will get that far. At the master's table the table's bare. No land of plenty devastation despair. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. Reef in a sail at the edge of the world. If eternity should fail. Waiting in line for the ending of time. If eternity should fail. Good day my name is Necropolis. I am formed of the dead. I am the harvester of the soul metal. And I suck the lives from around my bed. My own two sons I gave them breath. And I filled their living corpses with my bile. What humanity I knew I have long forgotten. For me eternity is nothing. But a short while