I lay Enshrined   Contaminated Time Warp   My Flesh Yearns   For the Tombworld      My soul like layers of Frost   Simulating a Spectre Shadow   Frozen in Time and Space   I was Hacked out of Ice      Faded am I, behind a wall of consciousness   Still feeling a different World   Surrounding Me   Chilling Voices fill my head -   I Open My Eyes;      The Boiling Sea Beneath   The Castle of Faust   Belial finally Comes Forth:      "The Ancient White light writings   were just lying men and their Pens   You are the same, only in Black.   Return with the knowledge   of making your own god"      Dreamking of the Tombworld:   I Enter Into an Eternal Oath   Creating my Paragon Belial