From the plains of the unbornnI have traveled from the lands beyond the mirrornI originatennFrom the ashes of what used to bennNow scorched is the lands of the ancientnHorrid screams from God that perishednnElderly paradisenConsumed in flames of forgotten hatrednnI know to the gate of warpingnThat leads eternal wastenSmell the incense of the ancientnThat watch the gate in perilnNames of the dormant GodnnLost in societies of a mannThey've awaken from their slumbernTo clench the earth with hatennFrom the ashes of what used to be