Promeathea - Thy Darkest Mask of Surreality - Hecate Enthroned

«The darkest clouds are forming

Remove my mask of serenity from my tortured face

We are as one desire

Beneath the infinity of the majestic sky

Arise my darkest entity

From the domain which I dwell

Our time has come

This is our kingdom

We are the essence of warm winters.»