| Your eyes are lost in the fog of thoughts |
| Travelling through insanity |
| The sands of time are cleansing you |
| A cosmic cell within your mind |
| Walking on roads of nightmares of old |
| Grey towers rise to the sky in macabre majesty |
| Your human horrors are turning to wisdom |
| The unseen |
| In front of you, entities of archaic splendor |
| Their desolate greatness is ruled by this horrendous Grand Design |
| The universe is furthest from your locked up reality |
| Erased is your present, condemned is your past |
| Condemned! |
| Your hidden fears, the ancient dementia |
| The unknown presence of these almighty visions |
| Corrodes your conscience, your hope, your pitiful… |
| Human ways |
| Search of endless memories and unexplored seas |
| The truth of your existence is to be revealed |
| Through occult volumes of atrocious insolence |
| The learning of your own doom, your final journey |
| Falling in the eternal dark, in a tomb of timeless essence |
| Lurking for sanity within this chambers of sleeping power |
| All lights are dead, knowledge embraces your soul |
| Trapped in the abomination of the Great Race of Yith |