There, where I returned, a time of unrelenting

horror...

Magicians clouded wisdom, revering names in

solemn books.

A gust from an obscured epoch, when fear caged

the hearts of men;

With a dagger in my hand, menace soaks the

moment.



Dreamt glimpses of encrypted memories:

A journey far from here;

Am I you, who knows of my damned soil?



Later on they found me, all life drained, my

eyes wide open.



Flowers on the tomb remind of life eternal;

Devolved to me, the wisdom of recondit

centuries...

Dreaming of pure damnation...I remember...