He moves, and the darkness ripples.
He breathes, and the ghost wind sighs.
He wakes, and our doom is nigh.

He charges amid infernos
And strikes in pitch-black night
His eyes are searing volcanoes
As he kills in the first dawn light.

MSG me with the answer... it may be interesting to see what people come up with.

-Accendus

ACCENDOR PATRIA

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Scarlatan, in the year 243 AF.