From the utmost depths In blackest earth-flesh entombed I have arisen again The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance Mountains cleft in twain Forests cindered by starfire Stir me from this greatest slumber Blood runs once more Blood of the forgotten seers Blood of those buried of mist-shrouded loss Veins pulse To banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion To unleash a howling keen of new knowledge Knowledge Ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil My vision clears, my purpose hardens Ascendance - thy gift sears Burned by the embers of the dying stars It was once said that there is beauty in destruction That death brings serenity In the final exhalation of eternal peace Yet this thrashing conflagration of ending That scours all senses and purges the mind Brings only desolation And sorrow and woe Beliefs now cinders, credos in ruins A cold wind brushes the dead skin of withered ideals