From the Ashes of the Mist Lyrics

Dead spirit of man's catastrophe
Sinners that make a new order
Scars of collective memory
Take their place in the mist

I stared at heavens gate
Peculiar feelings stroke by impurities
And cinders traverse through my bones
For I am the king of my fate

A horrid burden becomes heavy attached
A table that take a strange shape
Forgotten dreams remain in the dark
I dressed blood grounds

On golden fields, it shiveres peacefully
While thousand corpses laughing at me...
Through non-divine mirrors i soak...
By my own sword a dying heaven i revoke!

Dimensions with open veins
At the surface of tragedy
Burn unexpressed in a reality
Abandoned in melancholic conclusion

Illusive stars persists on crystal ground
Focused on my impured dying soul
By my own will darkness I invoke
And shape one's course to my own path...