The dominant symbol of the supremacy which flows
and invades our furious souls and emanates from
my conquering vision feeds the ironwill of my essence.
Rise my astral 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...