Prophecy Of The Dying Watcher - Iniquity

From the plains of the unborn

I have traveled from the lands beyond the mirror

I originate

From the ashes of what used to be

Now scorched is the lands of the ancient

Horrid screams from God that perished

Elderly paradise

Consumed in flames of forgotten hatred

I know to the gate of warping

That leads eternal waste

Smell the incense of the ancient

That watch the gate in peril

Names of the dormant God

Lost in societies of a man

They’ve awaken from their slumber

To clench the earth with hate

From the ashes of what used to be