I Suffer The Astral Woe - Krohm

Soaring with eyes

Where morning never comes

And the eternal black

Melts with infernal suns

Creator of creators

Rip me from this breathing shell

With the wisdom of origin

To wear your cosmic skin

With me I am my own

And in all I am within

I travel the astral depths

On the winds of expansion

I am of a race unbound

From this earthly grasp

I am the one who carries

The burden of endless sorrow