An Occult Gift Responds

Wraith from the end, Comes once again
 The great disease, The Colossal Times
 It told me how, the iron goes
 In the making of this arcane steel
 With black eyes shut with rage
 To look deep, in deep space
 I bring this occult gift,
 To gain the control I need
 The Universe in chaotic form
 Black holes dawn with melting cores
 Vortex of Stars and dust, to tear us all apart!
 With Heavy Winds, With force so unreal
 I take the path to nocturnal lands
 Feel this colossal times
 Reborn to bring desolation...
 Mystery from ritualistic sights
 Bright screams will form the ruin's Door
 Rising, after the dormancy
 The Universe in chaotic form
 Black holes dawn with melting cores
 And as the hopes fly away
 I look deep, in deep trance
 I execute this occult gift
 To bring the existential ring
 With Heavy Winds, With force so unreal
 I take the path to nocturnal lands