|
May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. We will travel for |
|
eternity's into the unknown to reach what we seek. Right 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 |
|
into 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 armors black robe slides |
|
across the landscape, we will 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. |