Dawn of time as I began my journey The fullmoon seem to be this night The forest was silent and clear And no signs were bearing witness That the storm will come to possess me To walk apparently with no deeper meaning At the end return to my old sanity And ignorant imprisonment Hammered by own limitations This dawn found me weak Devoid of hatred in heart As a weapon against an effigy Of his earthly hosts Causing their decease in flames of wrath I felt the first signs of it As I immersed into cold mist And distant visions Were scarcely loomed But on the horizon the dark ominous Clouds slowly gathered Mighty mother foretells Of conquering the new throne Shallow spell which will Develop into persistent shapes Has pushed my will there whence It could not return filthy Within the ideas of light…