Aeons decayed the life In prenumbra I lay my coffin Banished, I am the illusionist Devoted in eternal persuasion Alas, your eternal fate Of tragedies A call to atonement Through fire it shall pass Salvation comes like plague Obey all laws of disease And when reality shows Its abysmal form You will be conscious of The war of your inner self With pride you tend to accept The crown of death To end all ridicule I shall rot in my tomb Salvation comes like plague Obey all laws of disease