Из альбома: Ark of Thought
There, where I returned, a time of unrelenting
horror
Magicians clouded wisdom, revering names in
solemn books
A gust from an obscured epoch, when fear caged
the hearts of men;
With a dagger in my hand, menace soaks the
moment
Dreamt glimpses of encrypted memories:
A journey far from here;
Am I you, who knows of my damned soil?
Later on they found me, all life drained, my
eyes wide open
Flowers on the tomb remind of life eternal;
Devolved to me, the wisdom of recondit
centuries
Dreaming of pure damnationI remember