So the Mystery of the unknown took me To a kingdom where death is my longing not a destiny Behold the power of my visions through the mist of sorrow And hear the whispers of the revealing words Ascend the throne of my demise With the purest hate of my essence Melancholy sounds of pain spread from the very depths of my heart As I greet the new world of mine The art of darkness, the wisdom of my roots I gain Thus I'm to blame for these ? Then I shall cast my spell for the glory of the sorrowful souls I look upon to the eternal sky Yet I cannot see any sign Eyes scattered instead of the lonely stars As I go forward through, they start to shine Philosophies gathered I as centuries past and still do I Evenso would I not satisfy ? Since I left my body in the soil Rising of 'a soul' To reach the eternal suffering Ascending of my soul To observe the chaos beyond the known ones