I lay Enshrined

Contaminated Time Warp

My Flesh Yearns

For the Tombworld



My soul like layers of Frost

Simulating a Spectre Shadow

Frozen in Time and Space

I was Hacked out of Ice



Faded am I, behind a wall of consciousness

Still feeling a different World

Surrounding Me

Chilling Voices fill my head -

I Open My Eyes;



The Boiling Sea Beneath

The Castle of Faust

Belial finally Comes Forth:



"The Ancient White light writings

were just lying men and their Pens

You are the same, only in Black.

Return with the knowledge

of making your own god"



Dreamking of the Tombworld:

I Enter Into an Eternal Oath

Creating my Paragon Belial