A majestic night of the storming darkness.
Mystic chants fill the scent of air.
My vision is absent of reason, absent of sanity.
The keys and gates to unhallowed lands.

I am one with the will of the night,
Guided by the lunar senses, absent of light.

Wolfen hunger and primal splendor.
Into unhallowed lands I wander.

I run through the woods with fierce pace.
Into the vast mountainside.
Inhaling the clearest of air.
The vast untamed wild,
Like thunder it calls my name.
These unhallowed lands I conquer.

A feral bond to the magic of the nightly woods.
Behold nature spirits, this son of man enters,
With wisdom, with knowledge
Let no sun rise again.

Peace of mind in the forever dark,
Unfathomed yet within reach.
The keys and gates to unhallowed lands.

Amidst the vast dusty canyons of the West.
Between the steep snow-covered mountains of the North.
Over the barren windy steppes of the East.
Under the untrodden deep seas of the South.

The absence of Silence, the infinity of whispers,
Like a thunder roamed, yet the echoes remain.

From dawn 'til dusk, darkness is yet to arrive,
Hazy lights far across the ocean, the bleak desolate horizon, the sun cannot be seen.

From dusk 'til dawn, the darkness has already ended, hazy lights far across the ocean,
The lonely yearning horizon, the sun cannot be seen.

Come Forth now, your voices wage on eternally,
In silence there is nothing.

A Thunder of silence, the muffled voices of infinite passion as Endless Whispers Echoing.

From dawn 'til dusk, from dusk 'til dawn,
The sun cannot be seen.

I see the path,
It was always there,
The guidance,
The inner ever flow
Of nightfires and shadowy sands.

The fires of the night,
The spirits of being
The secrets beyond stars,
The magic of the old
Celestial nightfires.

Beyond mortal vision,
Pagan fires and mystic chants.
My fears burn as the night opens,
As here, as there.

A traveller I am
On these roads to eternity.
I smell a burning passion to understand,
A bewildered storyteller
On a compulsive quest must enter,
Uncover mysteries beyond this mortal realm,
Through celestial nightfires and shadowy sands.
Celestial nightfires.

Eternal as the undying I am,
Yet I am of sorrow.
On where this realm is
Or these paths take me,
I am of unknown.

Timeless, formless,
Nowhere, everywhere,
Melancholy.

Memories re-appear,
Vague shadows and blurred faces,
Of a song once sung, like no other,
Flowing, beating, flickering,
But finally disappearing.

Melancholy, truly heartfelt sorrow,
Forgotten (unspoken of), lost in sorrow.

Is it time yet? To unchain the suneater,
Cast unwilling shadows, my true calling,
Greatness hath calleth,
Yet I know not how...

I am roaming alone, high in the darkening sky,
My visions carry far and wide, the autumn wind on my face,
The shadows freeze, all motion ends,
Thoughts felt, nostalgia burning, I remember.

From a distance I behold, the hallways of the gods,
Life around me stands still, a night rider appears
Wearing pale as the moonlit sky.

A Majesty of awe inspiring power,
Leading the fierce forces of the nightside,
They pass by afar to conquer,
They pass by afar to rule.

I have seen, I have felt,
Like nostalgia burning.

Dreaming of great deeds, with age old memories
Of times unheard of, the night rider rode onwards,
To undiscovered lands, to staunch the unsatisfied hunger.

What did I comprehend?
Still the ravens they croak,
Once again (their desolate cries),
My roam ends in the blink of an eye,
My roam which forever shall be...

Behind the thick wall of trees, beyond impenetrable darkness,
A hazy dark smoke lingers, it guides me towards my goal.

I see a blazing bonfire burning fierce
In the middle of a circle.

A raven cries and a spell is cast, the witches past times ago appear,
Through ages ago spellbinding.
Witches circle

The self is torn asunder, spirit inhaled,
Back into being, my nature is cast free to roam.
I take the form of a wolf and into the woods I charge.

The circle, the raven, a dark touch of wind blowing,
Dark figures emerge, into ancient magic and forgotten wisdom,
I choose to enter.

I hear language spoken forgotten ages ago,
I feel their meanings, I see their reasons,
Of what is to come and into the woods I charge.

I stand in awe in the eye of the vortex,
I gaze up to the storming nightskies,
I behold realities born and torn apart.

I see the shadows of infinity circling above me,
Below me, inside me.

I am mesmerized in front of the limitless powers of creation,
I face towards the trembling soil,
I witness the birth of the stars.
I dance, the eternal shadows dance

Realities hold my visions, bleak of melancholy,
Infinity is now, above, below, inside me,
The eternal shadows dance

The vortex is me, rampant and fierce.
The nightsky as my shadow, vast and encompassing.