From under worlds seasons of fire tresspass my flesh Past dying, a past dies in each step onward As thunder clash from ancient storms These woods they speak in dreams i mourn And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death And these grey shadows enthrone our sorrows As if baptized in pure sin, dying non-exsistence Thy darkness is all exsistence and power with in In my dreams i've seen, only to awake in terror screams Now i'am a slave to this demon born in my flesh As thunder clash from ancient storms These woods they speak in dreams i mourn And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death And these grey shadows entrone our sorrows As if baptized in pure sin, dimming non-exsistence Tyrants of chaos, angel of death, legions they call As seasons of fire tresspass my flesh