[Verse I] The night splits open, the sky tears wide, The world exhales forgotten memory. My soul burns beneath silence, While the gods watch with hollow eyes. I climbed roads without light, Enemy to self and to false salvation. With eyes of fire and a stone-carved heart, I call upon the god who dwells below. [Verse II] Buried light beneath the soil of Lethe, Echoes of names erased by time. Ancient hymns drown in blood, And shadows speak in forgotten tongues. There is no mercy in the marrow of time, Only judgment from the blind abyss. I am the lamb and the blade, Weeping not for flesh, but for truth. [Chorus I] I invoke Hades, first and final flame, Keeper of the broken oath. Deliver me from the lie of light, And baptize me in deepest gloom. From ash and incense I rise, A soul lifted like smoke. Do not praise the dead above, Honor the darkness that shaped you. [Verse III] Angel fire fades into weeping embers, The heavens crack with blasphemous steel. The sea of Aeons begins to boil, And the earth screams a forbidden name. I am the witness of my own death, Fruit of sin but bearer of law. I build altars of flesh and will, And offer silence as my hymn. [Verse IV] In the abyss, I am born again, Far from hope, far from deceitful dawn. Fallen are the angels of delusion, And ancient laws ignite in flame. The past wears the color of shadow, And time bites its own tail. My will is not born of vision, But of pain ... a new god forged in fire. [Chorus II] A voice from the depths, the will of earth, Declares truth with no mercy. I am the unborn flame, The forgotten prince of shade. Seek not peace in illusion, For wisdom lies in ashes. And from the dust a law emerges, Older than light, older than gods. [Verse V] No mercy dwells in true fire, And the old god laughs in graveyards. Dreams descend with claws and wings, Tearing the eyes from the faithful. You who trusted the lifeless moon, Know that shadow is life. And the pulse you feel at night Is the voice of the earth, not heaven. [Verse VI] Offspring of Erebus, not of sky nor soil, I walk paths paved in ash. The prophets have burned, the lamps extinguished, And the temple filled with silence. I carve truth into black sand, With blood, with trance, with breath. And when the judge arrives, I shall be god, not creation. [Chorus III] Through the ashes I emerge, Not as man, but as eternal voice. Fire and stone, chain and breath, I am the pilgrim of forgetting. I do not fear death I have lived through many. And there, in the center of silence and blood, A new world is born ... through me.