Lyrics:
Chasm The Procession To The Infraworld

The dominant symbol of the supremacy which flows and invades our furious souls and emanates from my conquering vision feeds the ironwill of my essence

[instrumental]

Afraid of the sinful twilight, the bastard sons of mediocrity are behead one by one. By our mace of dark steel and black ice, melted within the blood

In this melancholic soil eternal remains of tears and suffering are the seed that i once planted and for the withering i can see insane and weak presence

The long cold voyage is reaching the end, and destiny that can be forged as well as faded into the pestilential mists of spiritual profanity. My eyes