[Lyrics: Morkh]    Milleniums turn to sand  Behesting the souls of the ashes  Begrim'd  Vague dreams of god dwell within them all  Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times    His poetry landscapes are deserts of naught  Seeking his name 'neath the names of untrue  His trident did rise again  To pierce dimensions, nebulars with  Lethal breath  Of chasmic starless cold  The being who is the oldest of times  Lurking in the beings who multiply and unify,  Erecting the glorious reign    His name spoken words  Finding their way thro' the burning ordelesness  Supressed by collision of wills by even sealed...  Souls of reddening skies  Upon this necklace they thread as stones  Submerge in the gloam of dimmed luminaries  In galaxies savouring horror  Cosmos in crystals of possession reflected    Invicible torrents, fierce sounds of Chaos  Infinity born of perfection enthroned  The forefather who let them drink of his essence  Had sent them to wastelands, their lives - hatred's  Own!  Vague dreams of god dwell within them all  Head for the depths, for the widths, for the times    His mask cracks  Revealing the altars of ire unleashed  Devouring desires born of the past  Into the glory of unity does he arise!    Sans mercy I contemplate  Vanity swirling  And raging in me  My dust comprises his entirety  For I am the Source, I am the Key, I am the Primal  Chaos    My poetry's landscapes are wastelands of Un  The name of all gods are compelled by my own  Eternally do I change  To spawn dimensions, nebulars by cursed song of  Chasmic starless cold  The being I am older than old  Blasphemy sans shapes or forms  Pulsation of unknown tytanic Chaos