Towards the Pantheon

May the wolves start to howl again

May the age of darkness arise

We will travel for eternities into the unknown to reach what we seek

Fight the ways through the barriers of light, through wastelands

Where nothing but grief have become the eternal memory

Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky

Guided by the shining moon in the starry sky above

In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages like dancing shadows of pain

We will grant him their pain

He will grant us his flame

In flesh and blood, he will arise to deliver the key

As the armours black robe slides across the landscape, we see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil

Darkness

Frost hate

The throne will be ours

May the wolves start to howl again

May the age of darkness arise

May we touch the black flames of the past again and forevermore