One Throne

Burnt bodies of forgotten souls
In their ash i travel away from the light
A poisonous fume fills my lungs
Dust blinds my sight yet i go on
Charred copses of kings and slaves
Of dead gods and their dead followers
Only one throne in this wasteland stands
A colossal fort, the lair of the horned one
As the iron gates of torture open
Night swallows the skies and burns their paradise
Depths crack open, into the deepest abyss
Darkness falls, a black flame evaporates everything