Chill of the grave

Behold dark queen of the night sky
A challenger to your reign is calling
I am coming for your seat in the hall

With your key and the tomes of the great one
I possess the power to usurp your throne
All that I need is access to the abyss
I must find a soul of purity

Her blind faith in everlasting innocence
And my quest for eternal creation
Will open the portal in Zhaman

I must pass the test of
Wind, Water, Darkness, Fire, and Blood
It will bring knowledge
Of emptiness and pain

I will not rule over a dead world
The abyss is calling for me
I will feel the chill of the grave