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Born from a speck of ash among the remains of a massive destruction

Lost souls look for refuge and chaos become creation

Lost souls take me to an oneiric abyss

Where the winged spirit rides the hatred that preceded time

The silence claims the death of the former ones

There comes a new world of agony and destruction

Born from a speck of ash among the remains of a massive destruction

Lost souls look for refuge and chaos become creation

To ponder their domains is to leave our humans remains

And ride the glorious current of the chaos wind

On the deep waters of the gelid river

The moon reflects the blood and the agony

I have crossed the hills as a spectrum looking from the graves

Of the ancient warriors of the north

The silence claims the death of the former ones

There comes a new world of agony and destruction