Grotesque enlightment...
as I become a part of his transceding microcosmos
necrotic rapture of majesties unhallowed,
(because it) never felt to near -
the land of shadows...
(For) I can feel the chilling pain and I can see thy symbols clear
and this is where the gate opens, disbeliever's greatest fear
Deep in the mould of forests, my visions come to life...
face the destroyer, fulfillment of our strife
Behold the new-crowned majesty, your dreams of life (have) been broken
denial of you feeble world,
eternally...
Hell is open...