Darzamat

So the eyes of fire phantom created from awesome magic
I have hatred that flies high on the dusk's wings
I have scarlet cloak that protects me from the light
I have misty phantoms in a white incense smoke
I have temptations driven away from god's garden
From this stone that touches my consciousness I shall make a fistul of ashes
I have immortal might that bursts so rapidly
I have madness that caresses mind and body
I have memories that burn with their redness
I have dreams that burn with no relief