Powerful will-to-conquer ancient times in mind's recesses glimpses of forgotten words a wisdom not thoroughly fade away.
As the blind worms rejoice in vanity i gather the accursed ways to truth leaving them all behind towards eternal solitude drinking in frozen streams of forgotten knowledge the coldest waters for the will-to-conquer.
I vanish from the base world outside shadows pass through the white a forest of eternally frozen streams waters that are only for the proud.
Winds bringing forth the truth a mind able to comprehend contemplation of the world's will in an aspiration towards infinities- striking knowledge of the life i reach the throne with malicious eyes- silent shadows of intellectual pleasure the weak storms are left behind in the whispering shades of the past my eyes shall always pierce the dark- forest of frozen streams and proud trees a graveyard of knowledge leaving me alone as i stand on the abyss the dead pave my path to a worthy solitude.
As the blind worms rejoice in vanity i gather the accursed ways to truth leaving them all behind towards eternal solitude drinking in frozen streams of forgotten knowledge the coldest waters for the will-to-conquer.