In the ancient tradition of conjuration. To satisfy my bestial urge. I raise blackened magic to the heavens, against the light. So appear and bring forth my desire.
Forgive me father for I've sinned. I am a child of fire and the master of winds. But I'm still wide awake.... . Fingers grip out of my brain. No control - my mind is lame.
Through imperial halls of ice. Where I left bloodstained pillars. Resplendent seem these silver walls. Silent phantoms I burn. Towards the emptiness. Towards the gorge.
Unreal revealed this imagination. A dream so real, a dream so deep. Turning me towards all mysteries. I see through the veil of darkness. And the mirror behind it reflects my fate.
Shivers herald an upcoming possesion. The urges to create set us ablaze. Demonic art sacrificed to the night. A monument of malicious sonority. The most precions gift for the everlasting cycle.
Souls of infidel men. Is a fertile soul. Like dusky forest grow. On fallen leaves. We draw the essence of mortal weakness. Holyness - the worst gift of light.
Enter the path to the realm below. Where evil sleeps and darkness grows. For you don't know where I've been. And you don't know what I've seen. You can't feel what I felt.
A hunger for insanity within illusions infinity. A heart of dreaming ice and burning flesh caught in passion. The ultimate pain shines as a star upon God.
So we reached our aim. The replacement of day. The obliteration of the sun. The triumph of the soft moonlight. . Mankind reduced so much. How deep my slumber is.
Awakening although I thought I would never again. In a room with no begining or end. But for sure there is a centre. Nothing but vastness and an object of supreme magic.
His kingdom - Kingdom of Darkness. Where you can hear agony screams. Cry eternal. Frozen moon, growing shadows. Glowing eyes are waiting. (The) creator of darkness will rise.
Unable to save the world. But able to suffer in this so-called heaven. Your grotesque vision of pure holyness. Will be suffocated like you - bearer of light.
Act I: Ritual. . Red interludium of pain. Sacrifice for the vein of eternity. Battles of ages revealed. To my third eye. Darkness' treasures as reward for my belief.
Only one night is missing. But this one will bring the storm that put an end to everything. The sky is still starlit, but if our faith, our desire is forceful enough.
A newborn day waits to surrect. But what will cover dawn?. Neither begging nor pleading will find ears. When all the angel hordes have gone to war. For a final twisted dance.
This soil is dripping with the blood of angels. I can almost touch their hands through the ground. My eyes are filled with pride. For this land of the dead.