Shrieks from the deep have awakened my soul.

Into the black forest I must set my course

To seen for a life beyond knowledge of man

And gather the strength to complete my revenge.


My life is so wasted and so is my faith

My journey help to slay all that was there

And complete the circle and become supreme

And release my hate upon killers of dreams.


My hunger for this power set agony in my soul

Towers stand tall and crowded with entities old

The arcane is waiting to take me into their own.


At last at the gates I see the medieval fortress

In absence of light I summon these forces

By some hind of spell I fall into dementia

And unleash my hell drawn by sinful inertia.


I get to the glory of my insipid moment

Not knowing my fate and my infinite ill favor

And give then my soul and my night to surrender


My hunger for this power sets agony in my soul

Towers stand tall and crowded whit entities of old

The arcane is waiting to take me into their own.


Hail, the iris of wisdom

Hail, the martyr of treason

Plagues you'll taste through the ages

As marked in red pages

I march my way through the fire

Bleeding desire

They can taste with their feeble touch

My agonizing soul.