There is a void in the aftermath, out to choose the righteous path
With teeth & horns my primal hate begins
I won't accept this cold existence
I broke the oath
Desperation & agony fill my dreams as it reflects my soul
I will not turn away from all the earth in its destruction
We are the prophets of time, you have diminished all hope
Inside your feeble human mind
Birthrights
The illusionary presence of this elemental world
Your eyes bore out to replace any basic respect for the ghost face
I need vision beyond the wall or flesh & gold disgrace
I can picture a narrow horizon spewing rays from
The crowns of vegetation
Alone I Am
On This Steppe
Where I Shall Remain
Isolated, for my existance
I Despise
I feel This Hate
Rooted, Deep Within
Alone I Am
On This Steppe
Where I Shall Remain
On My Frozen Throne