At the Edge of the Nebula Mortis - The Chasm

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 are eternally searching the winds, the

Apocalyptic windsthat ride over the majestic ruins,

Finding the past, unseen and enormous, a time of repent

And glorification,

Learning from the ancient black dawn of the thousand

Beasts, all breathing fire and blood, all breeding the

Most supreme race of volcanics entities, in my veins, in

Their veins the magma of wisdom floats as the hate and

Revenge pumps in our cold and relative hearts.

But the

Journey is still far from ending, still painful odysseys

Are coming…

(The most valuable yet the most agonizing is the one to

Reach the root of my damnation…)