The entities of my lost dominion, those majestic bringers of Chaos and Wisdom, lead the rain of our discontent, to this precious land we have returned, to this decayed Glory we have Mourn…But for what reason the Temple of Magnificence has been corrupted? We have lost all the aura of Greatness, this fight we now endure is the Penance we must suffer, in the search of all that it was, and again shall never be…Mind bending atmosphere of irrevocable doubts. A sign of the strange anxiety that always have been within myself, Am I not a Warrior? Yes, the proudest of al, lost in this foreboding Darkness, that covers the land of The Chasm, a Dark Cloud of hate, the infinite Flame that burns this dream, A sad Message…