It doesn't feel hate.
It's the flame of the unavoidable future.
It's fate of the damned.
Anguish and sorrow.
Its name is its own.
Sickness, decay and despair.
All shall kneel to the king of the void.
The cold sharp nothing.
The crude, blunt truth.
Shackled to loneliness and madness.
- Inspired in the music of Temple of Baal.