Krohm - I Suffer The Astral Woe lyrics

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.