In Burrows Of Voidless Flesh

The ascent of ancients awaits this dark wanderer who has been beyond the fringes of reality. Lost between the shackles of humanity and the shadow of the gnawing void. He lays his claim to the throne of gods and yells his decree Reborn Atop Constellations Bound To The Shadows Which Whisper In Fog Ridden Tomes They Speak Of Masters Unknown Those Whom Form Unity With The Stars Somewhere In-Between By Moon Festering Swamps Are Keeper Communes In Its Mausoleum Channeling Words Never Spoken Or Heard So As I Rest On Thrones of Aeon My Duty Is Never Ending I Look Inward To See Nothing As my Soul Turns to Graphite I Will Keep The Fire Burning Only To End The Nightmares From What Is Sealed