Trudge on through ash, through flame, through dust,

Through ruin and bone, through blood and rust.

No rest, no peace, no dawn, no light,

Only the whisper of endless night.

Break the bonds of love and mirth,

For joy is a trick of cursed birth.

Each smile, a wound; each laugh, a lie,

Each step brings you closer to the sky.

Do not seek shelter from the pain,

For agony's voice is your refrain.

Sing of decay, of broken things,

Of shattered crowns and rusted kings.

The god of ruin waits in the deep,

Where shadows crawl and widows weep.

It calls your name in the winds that wail,

Through every scar, through every nail.

Crush the flowers, tear the stone,

Hasten the end, for it is your own.

Burn the world; let it all fall,

For only in death do we hear the call.

Rise, O Ashen, in crimson flame,

Drown in the dark, embrace the shame.

Your soul will break, your flesh will sever,

And you shall live in pain forever.

So tread through ash, through flame, through dust,

Through ruin and bone, through blood and rust.

No rest, no peace, no dawn, no light—

Only the whisper of endless night.