Architects of Melancholic Apocalypse - The Chasm

I had tortured myself with great torments of elder times

But bitterness and fatality didn’t come alone…

The elements of utter horror beyond all the past horros

Behind fathomless echoes of forlon prosperity

Let the ravens be cursed like my traitor fate has ever been

Summon the dismal blessing of memories

These desolate lunar-like hills, my only one rest and peace

Summon the dismal blessing of memories

Decrepit ruins of a dream lost and forgotten

Agony from centuries, past and future

Coldness runs in every tear of sorrow

The last tower, hall of vengeance

Catacombs of pain, my funeral request…

Once again lying dormant into this pyramid of pain

The refuge for this soul possessed by grief

Fading into the shades of this necropolis

I’m the last son of the spectral Mictlan