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.