I am ancient, and I am patient I shall teach you all the true agony Of my vengeance and my wrath This, my teachings, of the obsolete
Your confused cries Is what drives me I prowl the night shades Behold! I am the archaic wraith
I bear no serenity, only discord My sickness will not bring you any tranquillity I bring no harmony, only hells horde These powers of malice I possess, I use willingly
I will inflict my furious sorrow Upon your inner thoughts and emotions
My hymns shall cause great havoc and distress My final judgment of despair to your kind... shall fall