Besedila:
Thy Primordial

A chronicle of wasted time Rendered senseless sceptre and crown But still more majestic Where no sun to shine Much of madness and more of sin The heresy

Within the silvery domain of mind Thou hast seen the land of vast realm Wistful the thoughts of a time yet to come Wistfully curious can no longer deny

What has in truth already vanished is never to return What once has failed will not rise again, fallen forever Heavens gate will fall, the creations

Enrapture silence! In mediocre tragedie, mysterious darkness from a vast deep In the nightside of nature, of a misty borderland Under the endless spaces

The tomb of man is the splendour of death Trod their ways, walk the accursed path Swirl towards the dying For death the ultimate reality Hides the claws

Darkness, fragments of unforgotten souls Beauty, as majestic grimness Grief, like forever thawing frost Wrath, mighty as the mountains where moonlight

As midnights constellations Gather from unnatural brilliance Collecting the pieces In which all burn Within death's darkly curtained halls I've learned

Emotions fall different In front of the great darkness shaped around them What's the existence in the spiritual cosmos The existence in the material

Into the labyrinth of severed world! Wherein the truth of death lies spoken in demon word Worlds laden with fear undefiled conjured ages ago Amongst