The dark is darker than what god once made it around the edges of everything that is.
Those who follow me to shades have painted my face in every mask of their masquerade.

Anno Umbra,
the year of the shadow.
Anno Libre,
the sheep become their shepherd.

Who rebels from the herd around him shall inherit my horns and my hide.
I am no god, only a disciple of greater powers that will redeem their might.

Anno Umbra,
the year of the shadow.
Anno Libre,
the sheep become their shepherd.

Push your head through the sea of faces, for insurection is the only surface.

Anno Umbra,
the year of the shadow.
Anno Libre,
the shee become their shepherd.
Anno Umbra,
the sun above me.
Anno Libre,
clouded forever.