The dominant symbol of the supremacy
which flows and invades our furious souls
and emmanates from my conquering vision
feeds the ironwill of my essence.
Rise my satral spectrum,
procreation of the inner temple,
through the dreamlands of this betrayer earth
we must face the gravefields,
eternal mirrors of our desolate future.
Now with the last fragment of sanity,
embracing my evocations,
violent grim creations I'm left to fight,
as the elder wraiths of chaos command my deceased and mesmerized heart...