I am now the raging fiend
Riding the wings of a frozen wind
For the horizon beckons me forth.
Wanderer without perception
Wanderer without direction
Is it my fate, to roam the endless plains?
A dead world blazes behind
A dead world burns in my mind
And the flesh with it
A spirit of the steppe
I became ethereal
I perpetuate digression
And the illusion
Of ascension
In circles dimmer and dimmer
To find, one must know what to search
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
