Terra de Contemptum (a land to defy)

Raging torrents of hate envelope my ghost My searing eyes do strain this flaming cold No claw nor sword will claim these ones I can see the wretched ones stand I can feel their forsaken hands I will grant them torments at last None more will I languish, no more to claim Desolate madness without a name A triumph to bestill as ice upon frost A rapture of death, the path of the lost I will stand above this plain of flames I will break their will so insane I will defy those grotesque and lame I will deify my immortal grace