Shrieks from the deep have awakened my soul.  Into the black forest I must set my course  To seen for a life beyond knowledge of man  And gather the strength to complete my revenge.    My life is so wasted and so is my faith  My journey help to slay all that was there  And complete the circle and become supreme  And release my hate upon killers of dreams.    My hunger for this power set agony in my soul  Towers stand tall and crowded with entities old  The arcane is waiting to take me into their own.    At last at the gates I see the medieval fortress  In absence of light I summon these forces  By some hind of spell I fall into dementia  And unleash my hell drawn by sinful inertia.    I get to the glory of my insipid moment  Not knowing my fate and my infinite I'll favor  And give then my soul and my night to surrender    My hunger for this power sets agony in my soul  Towers stand tall and crowded whit entities of old  The arcane is waiting to take me into their own.    Hail, the iris of wisdom  Hail, the martyr of treason  Plagues you'll taste through the ages  As marked in red pages  I march my way through the fire  Bleeding desire  They can taste with their feeble touch  My agonizing soul.