Drawn towards these lands again.
Seeking death and sacred soil.
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul,
growing stronger once I enter my empire beyond.
Emperium!
Behold my coming.
The fullmoon rise above me,
enlightening my realm in a silvery glow.
Yet the shadows crawl beneath my storming sky,
guarding treasures from forbidden light.
I still remember,
though ages ago it seems,
the first time I entered the gates,
the revelation of ritual death
by which I became divine.
Sacrifice of the life I had
among the flesh of the light.
And now I enter again.
Even stronger, yet amazed by what I see.
In ecstasy I mock the world.
Suddenly I memorize,
asking what I left behind.
Nothing.
Can I ever comprehend?
Will my longing ever end?
Never.
Drawn towards these lands again.
Seeking death and sacred soil.
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
eternally.
