Dominions of Satyricon

	作词 : Wongraven
	From beyond come the storms
	Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
	Nothingness turns to nothingness
	And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
	This deserted land feel to now satyricon
	Wonder how stormclouds rage
	And all you can feel is the cold winds of
	Funeral times, timeless they are
	He saw lived and died
	In these dreams of demons
	Wondering how he could open the gate to
	Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
	And hate Above it all creations fall
	Living for the quest and the search
	Dying for the key, living for the domains
	Arise northern spirit and come forth under
	The might of the castle satyricon

	zuò cí : Wongraven
	From beyond come the storms
	Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
	Nothingness turns to nothingness
	And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
	This deserted land feel to now satyricon
	Wonder how stormclouds rage
	And all you can feel is the cold winds of
	Funeral times, timeless they are
	He saw lived and died
	In these dreams of demons
	Wondering how he could open the gate to
	Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
	And hate Above it all creations fall
	Living for the quest and the search
	Dying for the key, living for the domains
	Arise northern spirit and come forth under
	The might of the castle satyricon