The Ascending

So the Mystery of the unknown took me
To a kingdom where death is my longing not a destiny
Behold the power of my visions through the mist of sorrow
And hear the whispers of the revealing words
Ascend the throne of my demise
With the purest hate of my essence
Melancholy sounds of pain spread from the very depths of my heart
As I greet the new world of mine
The art of darkness, the wisdom of my roots I gain
Thus I’m to blame for these?
Then I shall cast my spell for the glory of the sorrowful souls
I look upon to the eternal sky
Yet I cannot see any sign
Eyes scattered instead of the lonely stars
As I go forward through, they start to shine
Philosophies gathered I as centuries past and still do I
Evenso would I not satisfy?
Since I left my body in the soil
Rising of 'a soul'
To reach the eternal suffering
Ascending of my soul
To observe the chaos beyond the known ones