of silence rose a man known as wise and old "We've all seen the fires And heard the tale of the hunter Hear my words when I say This autumn roars thunder
"He must be the root of all this misery The ladies, whores, a Satan's tool to send us to eternity Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches
sunny morning of May My eyes try to catch up with what is going on They only recall the nights which in dungeons I laid Chanting in a tongue unknown fills my
meaning... I sleep in my woe This is not my world... For my world lies Beyond other's reach Shadows dancing - my throne My dreams' winterland I behold
the purpose of this strange cult To quench the thirst of my curiosity I decided to step in The very moment I put my feet inside I lost my consciousness, my
He wandered through landscapes painted Green by forests and blue by lakes All the way of leagues ten and five Until he arrived during the fall of twilight
lost homeland Cold winds now freeze my eyes ...Now I flee Out of this shame they caused I spread my wings To fly to a realm of my own My eyes are frozen
I just stood there watching The eyes coming close The owl she came onto my arm Her eyes starring deep into me Soon a shroud covered my eyes I could hear
surrounded by solitude Evening breeze as my only friend It was a beautiful dusk of November Darkness wrapping around the hills where paths end To my
storm the nocturnal sky In the fiery chariots I ride... My dreams are like thy rays... I see them sink into the sands of time ...and fade... My spirit
a forthcoming snowstorm I hear whispering from the dark freezing winds blow through the promised land of god heralding the nocturnal rising of the black
Strenghtened bravemen hearts Ride with the pale moon Reach for the source of wisdom In the glare of the guiding star Visions of a pure land As fires haunt
Once in the silence of the woods In the shadows of a crescent moon The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne The ears enjoy silent songs "I have seen things
hear the funeral bells chime the eve of our nocturnal feast of pain diabolical ghastly winds burn the corpses of weak believers in shame see our black
A peaceful town down by the lake A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said Quite prosperous one might add Rye fields, cattle, and the riches
[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"] A peaceful town down by the lake A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said Quite prosperous one might
Amongst the cold Northern mountains He travells... Wrapped in furs And armed with a bow He is the god of winter Hear me Uller! Ride by me In the battles
blood rains down from an angel's cunt I drink the liquid of power entering my black dreams a world without borders where whores suck my flesh and where my
