Architects of Melancholic Apocalypse

I had tortured myself with great torments of elder times
But bitterness and fatality didn't come alone...
The elements of utter horror beyond all the past horros
Behind fathomless echoes of forlon prosperity
Let the ravens be cursed like my traitor fate has ever been
Summon the dismal blessing of memories
These desolate lunar-like hills, my only one rest and peace
Summon the dismal blessing of memories
Decrepit ruins of a dream lost and forgotten
Agony from centuries, past and future
Coldness runs in every tear of sorrow
The last tower, hall of vengeance
Catacombs of pain, my funeral request...
Once again lying dormant into this pyramid of pain
The refuge for this soul possessed by grief
Fading into the shades of this necropolis
I'm the last son of the spectral Mictlan