Through Centuries of sorrows I have wandered.
With the Moonchildren have I searched.
In the black and sour soil I have dug deeper.
Possessed by a quest, to find truth in forgotten myths.
To find the sea of power.
This well where the Wolfeheart drinks.
My thirst has been a nail in my skull.
But behold!!!
This is my victory over the mortals.
I will dive in the the Goddess’ lake.
For an everlasting beautiful moment I am in ecstacy
Wrapped in darkness, I am one with the night.
Deep in the frosty fog I hear voices.
They are calling my name — greeting me.
«Come with us — be ours».
«Join this perverted dance of the night».
«Listen to out symphony — a rhapsody in black».
Their choir enchants me as I am being lifted.
High on the bloodstained wings — they guide me.
The earth and sky is no longer any limit.
Through dark ages.
I see witches burn and warriors with blood on their steel.
Plague and ashes.
I see kingdoms rise — built on flesh — so weak.
It is beyond this that my quest ends.
I have entered my long lost throne.
It is neither black, no white — pure power.
The key has been found, and I now can return…
Or stay forever…
