In the bottom of my black heart, awake some ancestral internal wars.
Conflicts of my bloody desires and my soul, this damned soul.
My path is written on the marble of time.
My tomb within these walls is already opened for tomorrow.
I travel awake in dreams of Antarctic landscapes
Where humans will never reach me, where silence will reign.
Nothing alive grows here, a deathlike lunar surface
Overhung by unstructured horizons that animate my nocturnal wanderings. Lungs filled with water, I foresee the beyond.
Landscape of ice and death as a quiet frozen horizon.
And then I’ll fly over the seas of the ancient world that failed.
They will obey my commands for I will be god of wrath and revenge.
Wrapped dormant in a goat skin hide building the darkest castles in air,
Into my permafrost tomb where I will wait for eternal eras.
Thousands human life will fade while I’ll travel in infinity.
And when the bell of doomsday cease its wail, I’ll be there, divine and unstained.
Resurrected and horned with light to feed their hearts with passion.
New civilisations will fall again praising the prophecy of their own end.
They will obey my commands for my words will be the law.