Misty dusk came to us
Like a rose withering fast
He was born in the woods
Under moonlight he was raised
Show me the hidden powers in me
Enthrone me in darkness and gloom
Cure me to reign eternally
To be worshiped by the creatures of night
As the days passed by,
the seal of darkness had broke
My knowledge was enormous,
but by that light had been gone
In the woods I had my throne
I was hidden from the world
My wolfheart felt so alone
But thirst (for blood) could stop no more
Worship immortality in gloom
Harass the betrayers of doom
Be a lover of obscurantism
And pay obeisance to our occult lore
A maze, a throne
An image of a forgotten past
Stones wet by fog
A cold feeling reigns to the utmost
A gate stands unswerving
Beneath horizon's ridden shades
Shades of pallor,
creatures of Abigor
Growls filled with anger
Rugged faces weep upon the dust of rage
The sobs of the wretched,
the weapons of the dawning's assault
The castle is now full of emptiness
The soldiers of death have been gone
With the companion of loneliness
I haunt this dark place as ghost
In my heart there is desire
To regain my lost empire
Then my kingdom could be found
As a sky that is stardrowned
Crimson tongues of fire,
the wetful stones
Illusions birth
My eyes dropped to ancient cults
That, eras have not whip
Life's Tartarian culture deserves bravery and might
Against willing-less sculptures erase slavery of sight
The lust of our sins
For milleniums exists
"Zeus master of the world unite us under your scepter,
To crush the weak
We shall spill their blood in your name
And shall glorify your mighty race"
Warm rooms, so pure!
Sculpted columns
Enthroned below
Plouton stands strong
and call the nymphs to dance
From the castles of Hades returns
The initial race of earth
The war for our kingdom is on
Our Gods and our faith shall reborn
Hailing from the highest towers
Our courage and faithful past
Thirsting for vengeance salt
Against the traitors' hordes
Our sons turned against us
Our brothers raised their swords
Will the Gods, one day forgive us
Such as we fight and praise
Get thee, behind me, false
A precious stone will be lost
The dies have been dropped
The throne, malicious cost
Emperor stands and growls
The rivals hold and taste their gall
His eyes seem like stony
His arms rocks unfold
The blade leads the way
The flash, the inner hate
From the eastern part of land
Intruders shall be slayed
Riding and antheming the pride of the flag
Blaspheming and rushing at their god's morbid lust
Hailing from the highest towers
The initial pride of race
Healing the wounds by time
The end we will sign
The ashes of the fatherlands,
one day will be rebuilt
The ancient prophecies been written for the brave
