Far away beyond the blackest ocean of blood on the boundless scope of lost   mainland of   Nameless Horror under pale nebulas united in mysterious runes I've found the   thing I've been   inspired. Night wind is bringing mournful sounds of bell, I count the   strikes - three times in   six, someone's will thickens the mist for me to step the ground where all   the sacred burn. No   beast, no bird, no even shade appears to sign the flow of time fang-shaped   towers of   hollow torment stand embraced by crimson flames. And I am coming into this   palace I see   the light I've never seen before, I am here to proselytize and stay forever   in this world of fire   and ice. I smell the frosty of ghostly halls on the rising stairway to the   abandoned throne,   and then saluting thee oh Winged One crowned with seven stars I hear "Kor me   o antie tae   taeirny!". New souls have to be born despite the curse we have been blinded   for the long   dark time in this realm of damned we are condemned to grief like gods of...   sorrow... I   came to seek the wisdom no one have ever got through chills of times and   land I came to   watch, yet here I dwell for winds of destiny persuade my mortal being to   stay forever with   this beauty... And in the apogee of the great triumph surrounded by their   ugly spawn   Heartless they'll find their logical end to disappear from life until the   Time...   (... So the powers were gifted to him to rule sway the destinies and to be   the part of all alive...)