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