As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway
And the silence reach the woods
I awake and rise... Into the night I wander
Like many nights before, and like in my dreams, but centuries ago
Under the moon, under the trees.
Into the Infinity of Darkness
Beyond the light of a new day
Into the frozen nature chilly,
Beyond the warmth of the dying sun.
Hear the whispering of the wind
The shadows calling...
I gaze into the moon which grants me visions
These twelve full moon nights of the year
And for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away
Weaker and weaker, one by one
I gaze into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes
My eyes cold as the darkest winter nights
But yet there is a flame inside
It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world
Into the infinity of thoughts...
Thoughts of upcoming reality.
In the name of the almighty Emperor
I will ride the Lands in pride
Carrying the Blacksword at hand, in warfare
I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones
Despair will be brought upon the hoping childs of
Happiness
Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse
Will pollute sadness and hate under the reign of fear.
The lands will grow black
There is no sunrise yet to come
Into the wastelands of phantoms lost
May these moments under the moon be eternal. May the infinity haunt me... In Darkness.
