The Wraith

It was so cold inside the void, in between the dimensions.
Now released from the stone,
I am floating upon my corpse.
I must leave my ancestor's shrine and hurry along the
river of doom.
To seek for the eternal one. I can't resist this destructive force. So
long I drowned deep in the embrace of mindsplitting horror.
Now I'll find the top of his keep. So mote it be.

Through the gate
up the skies
reaching far
into dark

He fulfills the sorrowful myth,
almighty ruler possesed by wrath.
Amongst moans of corupted nature, evil shall triumph!