Testi:
Thy Primordial

As midnights constellations Gather from unnatural brilliance Collecting the pieces In which all burn Within death's darkly curtained halls I've learned

Emotions fall different In front of the great darkness shaped around them What's the existence in the spiritual cosmos The existence in the material

Into the labyrinth of severed world! Wherein the truth of death lies spoken in demon word Worlds laden with fear undefiled conjured ages ago Amongst

And all was chaos That who beholds shall perish With a roar, with a curse Amid desolate places Cold but burning And all was chaos still Where you gaze

A chronicle of wasted time Rendered senseless sceptre and crown But still more majestic Where no sun to shine Much of madness and more of sin The heresy

What has in truth already vanished is never to return What once has failed will not rise again, fallen forever Heavens gate will fall, the creations

An infernal spell swept through the cold nocturnal sky In the forest beyond The shadows is whispering secrets of the unknown Unknown secrets of a forgotten

A chronicle of wasted time Rendered senseless sceptre and crown But still more majestic Where no sun to shine Much of madness and more of sin The heresy

Within the silvery domain of mind Thou hast seen the land of vast realm Wistful the thoughts of a time yet to come Wistfully curious can no longer deny