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...