across the fields, forever growing cold Lightning fills my heart like myths had once foretold I prowl the woods for living blood, the reaper of light
From the storm of shadows In the mist of night Through the dark masterlands of time Hear my cries of hate Hate for all As I wander through the cold
from the sun Lonely times before the light Are yet to come Dark night...Lonely night In times before the feeble Cold night...Freezing night In times before the light
Breath through the chasm of night Wander off into the mountain Where many a king has fone Before the dawn of time Misty paths enlighten my way To seek
Breath through the chasm of night Wander off into the mountain Where many a king has fone Before the dawn of time Misty paths enlighten my
A visitor appears before my eyes A vision where I am king...eternal And in the blackness of night I shall conquer...I shall rise My eyes they
Swept through the loney marshes Of Norseland ancient soil Below me withering blizzard Has melted with the snow My tears no longer turned to frost My eyes
War gas swept across each kingdom Epic Battles rage across domains Thrones are falling... As the dark-light burns again Feeble humans... Behold me
Swept in the wintery landscapes Untouched by the hands of the holy But not for myself... I am a demon, I hold the key But to crush the feeble race
