I call forth the cold The coming signs of winter Black hands raised to the sky Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves Growing on their long lean twigs
[Lyrics by Tharen] Encrypted signs appear red glowing, contrasting the deep dark stone. Energetic they sweep before my eyes. My mind opens to an event
[Lyrics by Tharen] Forlorn it lies the vale in the storms In solitude since the beginning of time Forgotten, lost and only visited By the icy winds that
[Lyrics by Q. Horatius Flaccus] Exegi monumentum aere perennius Regalique situ pyramidum altius, quod non imber edax, non aquilo impotens possit diruere
Aus den Kampfliedern (Alkaios von Mytilene, c. 400 B.C.) [German translation] Nicht mehr begreifen kann ich der Winde Streit: Denn eine Woge walzt sich
"I never lived elsewhere Than in dimensions of fear. My spirit is enthroned in the land Of the silent moving shadows. Where a deep red fountain Keeps
[Instrumental]
Which way is the right path As I stand upon This chaotic crossroad of hate... How many ways Are there to roam On this dark and damned Road of fate...
Silva vetus stabat nulla violata Securi et specus in media virgis Ac vimine densus Effigiens humilem lapidum Compagibus arcum uberibus Fecundus aquis,
Down the halls, Where no light glows- Where once was life Now shadows move. Without mind, Without a will They search... And never fade away, The end of
[Lyrics by Q. Horatius Flaccus] Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni nec pietas moram rugis er instanti senectae adferet indomitarque morti;
So we awaked In a place beyond space and time Where mortal limits last no more. We left the balance And the fading world Witout regret, Without on more
I feel this cold darkness The very emptiness calls me. Follow me on my path... Come, sentence this world to death. Mortal life is nothing - compared
I am one you called - deep in the night you lost your soul. Through demon eyes you saw what lies behind the mask of life. To ride with me - to cross
Live...between the wolf in your heart And the cross in your back. Betrayed by your belief - Sworn to your arms - You had never any choice. Thou will wander