Cosmic Landscapes of Sorrow

The dominant symbol of the supremacy
Which flows and invades our furious souls
And emmanates from my conquering vision
Feeds the ironwill of my essence
Rise my satral 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...