I am the tormentor of lost souls..
I am the shape of your being..
I am the wine that flows in you..
I am the end of your existence..
Enter the Pantheon
Acceptus In, iussu tumbarius
Listen To the screams
From your distance Past
Insignificant Chants
Walk the twisted Path of Contempt
Feel the fragments of your tragic life
Unveil the Utopian Pain
Embrace The Darkness around you
I emerge from your blackend heart
A Reflection of your contorted Asylum
Astigmatism, the fall of mankind
I, Pantheon I…
A monument of a dead Soul…
All You, Ignorant Maggots
A Coil of rotten flesh