---

I)Sentence and burden

In the eye of the Revolutionary storm

My blazing strenght is the Vortex, creator of Millenium Chaos

And of voices of Honor and Disgrace

There are no words to describe this sorrow

Cursed from the start

And blessed from the solar wings of temptation.

I want to recreate the tale of the Arcane Torment

to explore the land of the United Light and Shadows

(The place the wisdom rules and perpetuates)

But the sentence is way too heavy. This burden I shall carry on and on

II)The voyage

Deliverance appearing in dreams

In appearences from another dimension

The extract of the Fate that decided to bring me here

To a place of no return, to a time of awakening and

Broken Prosperity

To a fountain of weathered truth, and Utter Melancholia

This is the way of this mania, a clamor for the

Apocalyptic direction

III)The Restitution

To the Grief, to the Death

To the pristine Resurrection of my Fortress

To oblige and purvey with Glory and Apotheosis

For my fevered visions of the Scythe, Restitution...

To the Grief, to the Death

The frozen grief of gathered Emptiness