A crystal ember, of redemption

fulfilled desire of an everlasting soul

a newly heartfelt comprehension

that gathered all to purify, bestow

my hopes in a goblet of chants

that knows no limit in its breath

if death is birth, then a deviant

of evil will crystalise like meth

ill, corrupted, emanating chills

that lure with a Demiurge passion

there are always two types of pills

ones that bring poison, others - compassion;

I live in the dream of the Ktulu

but I have awoken in the Titanlands

with my first breath I already knew you

the Sea is a movement that can revive sands

Explosions can be good for an innocent Soul

if there is a Party in the Aromatic Vessels

with neon lights impaling skies, it's all controlled

but chaos is Alchemy primordial and an ancestor.

I believe that I can fly

but gravity refrains me as a fragment

What's immortal, can it die?

if the guardians mistake a sacred moment?

Trinity, you were born today

but when was born the Evil Melkor?

The void belongs to yesterday

and I dare not open this door

I will see an eye unholy

and I want to wake a tears waterfall

what is the meaning of sorry

when the aum goes deep in the low

I have heard unexplicable twists

the primordial matter of black unmanifestus

veins with pitch black blood, thin wrists

that hold an Aura of an Uknown Animus

And it sings

Tell me why I'm waiting for a bell

to wake up my new life force energy

I'm a Legion, an Infernal well

A cluster of unborn sadistic tragedy

I am what you never see

as it has never been born

the death in empty eyes, a Devil free

of form, of name, of mourns.

Mourn now, to exist!

Alas, the Evil has no tears of crystalisation

God loves paradoxes, the breath of bliss!

A Balrog of Morgoth blows the Bauglir to unkown ascensions...

And it sings

"It has begun.The east will fall.

So shall the Kingdom of Angmar rise.

The time of the Elves is over.

The Age of the Orc has come. "