I am ancient, and I am patient
I shall teach you all the true agony
Of my vengeance and my wrath

This, my teachings, of the obsolete

Your confused cries

Is what drives me
I prowl the night shades
Behold! I am the archaic wraith


I bear no serenity, only discord
My sickness will not bring you any tranquillity

I bring no harmony, only hells horde
These powers of malice I possess, I use willingly


I will inflict my furious sorrow
Upon your inner thoughts and emotions


My hymns shall cause great havoc and distress
My final judgment of despair to your kind... shall fall