| Song | I Suffer the Astral Woe |
| Artist | Krohm |
| Album | A World Through Dead Eyes |
| Soaring with eyes, | |
| Where morning never comes | |
| And the eternal black | |
| Melts with infernal suns. | |
| Creator of creators, | |
| Rip me from this breathing shell | |
| With the wisdom of origin | |
| To wear your cosmic skin. | |
| With me I am my own, | |
| And in all I am within, | |
| I travel the astral depths | |
| On the winds of expansion. | |
| I am of a race unbound | |
| From this earthly grasp | |
| I am the one who carries | |
| The burden of endless sorrow. |