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...