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...