In storm I ride
Toward the [bad word] Infernally vasts
Take my sight
Then color my vision
From an endless dripping sky
Paint the visage
Centuries old
Of those
That rode by my side
The houvering steel desecrators

Nearer have I never been
To this that I always searched
The crystal cleared opening
In wich I shall be gone

From an endless dripping sky
Cryptic visages centuries old
Of those that rode by my side

In storm I stand [bad word] Infernally vasts take my sight again
The light is dim before me
For the vision was frost

Chiming bells of immortality
Sings through the halls of eternity...