Testo Ascension Lost

The secrets of the ancient dark
An illimitable ocean without bound
Where time and place are lost
This is my retaliation
As it is my sophomore gift

Behold, sons of the fading light
The awakening of the second shroud The final fall of our time
A solace in the eerie calm
Of every soul's demise

Behold, disciples of the treacherous sun
The infernal doors
Now broken past eternity
No bannered host, no fallen gods
May march and fail again

No length, breadth and height
Behind the thunderous call
Of anarchy's eldest state
I let you rest
In the deliverance of chaos' reign