In The Realm of the warriors of the underworld All disciples betrayed by the filth Forever changed, scarred by deep tragedy Discovered an unfathomable call It was like a singing flame, the moment of the torment And it went through them like lighting through dark-storm clouds Contamination of their Will, Aspirations of the Quincunx, Conjuring.. Traveling between the layers of the Universe The world trees deciphering the Codex Invoking and Conjuring the 4th Cataclysm And Omnipotent and Multiform, the thorns of my soul for I was the Iconoclast, the bringer of Retribution Destroyer of their feeble ideals For I'm the Oppressor Conjurer of their Demise Rebellious, Unmerciful, Mourning the d**h of my Beginning...