Storm of revelations

In this melancholic soil eternal remains of tears and suffering are the seed that i once planted and for the withering i can see insane and weak presence has been here, but before i can glace the final damnation they will experience the greatest punishment ever...
falling from the gray skies the perished decayed pieces of their beloved ones will reach their weak minds and they will dwell together as one, for a thousand eternities, burning in the universal path of disgrace they will take my gift with utter respect and suffering, With my cold melodies of depression at my side the tideless seas are on sight.
Never a majestic treasure has been so damaged...
Be afraid, be very afraid, the storm is getting closer and the revelations i have conjured are the cursed and heretic words of our Cult...