Detestation feeds power to the wrath Desecration raging in the mind Isolation of a soul that never dies Detestation detest mankind Time seems petrified the centuries grow stalagmites while the shadows of the cave had soon became my grave Deep underground confined by the elders I sense the stench of the world above their own christian fears build my inferno in which I'm reborn to conquer the blackwinds throne Winds are now blowing the whispering chants bringing the wrath and summon the creatures waking the nature to forge me the crown... to set me free time is to conquer, conquer the throne gates are opening the seals are broken no spell can hold me RESURRECTION! Legions of demons in the tormented skies an army of undead stalking the ground the earth is melting acquiring new form shaping alike the seat of a blackwinds throne