Through planes of hatred, on withered wings I fly.
Abandoning my concept of reality and exploring those
revealed to me by an eclipse of dreams and ideals.
Transcend....do not secure thy own fate.
Explore the ruins left by ignorance and rebuild thy throne.
Rise above thy god and take what is yours...abolition.
The Zenith of your world is the Nadir of others yet un conceived.
Reflections spanned on bloodpaths carved by The Ancient
In Unrest the Temples of Old lay dormant
Runes possessed by angered spirits call to me
My visions now lucid, the paths of fate drawn before me
In altered worlds..my death and destiny one.
Uncover ruins...of ancient worlds lost
Foretold misery...I lay you to rest
Your despair, my pleasure
Your pain, mine to feed upon
You cannot hide, It is evil you seek
And so you have found.