I am the storm that is approaching Provoking spells of dark devotion Crimson fire, forged in pain Born to shatter fate’s disdain I wear the name they left in ashes Demon Lord of broken clashes Through arcane wrath and cursed design The light they buried now is mine Wielding flame, unholy light My staff sings doom across the night Eyes aglow with truth and spite I climb the throne they feared I might I was the mage they cast aside Now I stand, storm-empowered, sanctified Not salvation, not divine— Just rage refined by arcane time Bury the light deep within Let sorrow melt beneath my skin Through stars and stone I walk alone A witch enthroned, by fire honed I am the storm that is approaching Through demonhood and flame encroaching Ixia reigns, the skies ignite— The world shall burn in Crimson Light.
