In this melancholic soil eternal remains of tears and
suffering are the seed that i once planted and for the
withering i can see insane and weak presence has been
here, but before i can glace the final domnation they
will experience the greatest punishment ever... falling
from the gray skies the perished decayed pieces of their
beloved ones will reach their weak minds and they will
dwell together as one, for a thousand eternities, burning
in the universal path of disgrace they will take my gift
with utter respect and suffering, With my cold melodies
of depression at my side the tideless seas are on sight.
Never a majestic treasure has been so damaged... Be
afraid, be very afraid, the strom is getting closer and
the revelations i have conjured are the cursed and
heretic words of our Cult...