Paragon Belial

I lay Enshrined

 Contaminated Time Warp

 My Flesh Yearns

 For the Tombworld

 

 My soul like layers of Frost

 Simulating a Spectre Shadow

 Frozen in Time and Space

 I was Hacked out of Ice

 

 Faded am I, behind a wall of consciousness

 Still feeling a different World

 Surrounding Me

 Chilling Voices fill my head -

 I Open My Eyes;

 

 The Boiling Sea Beneath

 The Castle of Faust

 Belial finally Comes Forth:

 

 "The Ancient White light writings

 were just lying men and their Pens

 You are the same, only in Black.

 Return with the knowledge

 of making your own god"

 

 Dreamking of the Tombworld:

 I Enter Into an Eternal Oath

 Creating my Paragon Belial