A mental inner vortex As possessions through a wolf's eye Envisioning the eclipse No longer to be blinded by a sunrise In this final benediction Confronted by mirage of imminent mortality Time's set to end the suffering So follow, I will cherish the secrecies of hearts Chased by the black shepherds Behind curtains of night Been found as a tool in their seduction Fatal haze An escape into abomination Perished to phasma Asindrome of another aeon Soul-obsequial inhesion Resurged in torrents of abysmal thoughts Lost in a helix, blackest might In stealth I do seek deliverance In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia