The Ascending - Pagan

So the Mystery of the unknown took me

To a kingdom where death is my longing not a destiny

Behold the power of my visions through the mist of sorrow

And hear the whispers of the revealing words

Ascend the throne of my demise

With the purest hate of my essence

Melancholy sounds of pain spread from the very depths of my heart

As I greet the new world of mine

The art of darkness, the wisdom of my roots I gain

Thus I’m to blame for these?

Then I shall cast my spell for the glory of the sorrowful souls

I look upon to the eternal sky

Yet I cannot see any sign

Eyes scattered instead of the lonely stars

As I go forward through, they start to shine

Philosophies gathered I as centuries past and still do I

Evenso would I not satisfy?

Since I left my body in the soil

Rising of 'a soul'

To reach the eternal suffering

Ascending of my soul

To observe the chaos beyond the known ones