The dominant symbol of the supremacy wich flows and
invades our forious 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...