The century turned slowly,
Like a creeping grindstone on the twilight of a new millennium,
The mist clears,
Behold,
The gateway between the dimensions of the past and present,
A new world awaits me on the other side.
My love for pure metal burns deep within,
I must be true to myself,
And to the dream,
To heed the telepathic celestial scriptures,
To fight for what I believe,
To abolish conformity,
To be free body and mind,
Yes,
Unity in numbers,
But only as strong as the weakest believer,
Armed and ready,
Alone at the gate,
I honour my destiny,
The future is my reality,
Let the heavens be my witness,
I will be triumphant.