From the plains of the unborn

I have traveled from the lands beyond the mirror

I originate



From the ashes of what used to be



Now scorched is the lands of the ancient

Horrid screams from God that perished



Elderly paradise

Consumed in flames of forgotten hatred



I know to the gate of warping

That leads eternal waste

Smell the incense of the ancient

That watch the gate in peril

Names of the dormant God



Lost in societies of a man

They've awaken from their slumber

To clench the earth with hate



From the ashes of what used to be