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