Conjuring The New Apocalypse

In The Realm of the warriors of the underworld

All disciples betrayed by the filth

Forever changed, scarred by deep tragedy

Discovered an unfathomable call

It was like a singing flame, the moment of the torment

And it went through them like lighting through dark-storm clouds

Contamination of their Will, Aspirations of the Quincunx, Conjuring.

Traveling between the layers of the Universe

The world trees deciphering the Codex

Invoking and Conjuring the 4th Cataclysm

And Omnipotent and Multiform, the thorns of my soul

for I was the Iconoclast, the bringer of Retribution

Destroyer of their feeble ideals

For I'm the Oppressor

Conjurer of their Demise

Rebellious, Unmerciful,

Mourning the Death of my Beginning...