Thy Primordial - Departure - Astray In Spirit

I close my eyes and enter dark visions, embracing mysticism
Fading away in the dreams out of my own depth
Storms of hate the winds of grace
Pure nocturnal art fulfills my needs
Even death falls in front of me
In dreams I am the majesty of mind
The voice that holds the speech
Things I steer at turns to stone

Dark visions and embracing mysticism
Opens a path to a view unknown Where I am the living majesty
An emperor in the night
Riding out on the wings of might
Carried by infernal storms of hate the winds of grace

Dreams, transcendental underneath and above and beyond
That carries the infernal storms of hate the minds of grace
In dreams out of my own depth

Departure all became as black innocence