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 was, and again shall never be

Mindbending 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 all, lost in the foreboding darkness
That covers the land of The Chasm

A dark cloud of hate
The infinite flame that burns this dream
A sad message