As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway
And the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise...
Into the night I wander, like many nights before
And like in my dreams but centuries ago.

Under the moon, under the trees.
Into the Infinity of Darkness
Beyond the light of a new day
Into the frozen nature chilly
Beyond the warmth of the dying sun.
Hear the whispering of the wind
The shadows calling...

I gaze into the moon which grants me visions
These twelve full moon nights of the year
And for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away.

Weaker and weaker, one by one.
Weaker and weaker, one by one.

I gaze into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes
My eyes cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside.

It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world
Into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming reality.

In the name of the almighty emperor I will ride the lands in pride
Carrying the blacksword at hand, in warfare.

I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones.
Despair will be brought upon the hoping children of happiness.

Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse
Will pollute sadness and hate under the reign of fear.

The lands will grow black.
There is no sunrise yet to come
Into the wastelands of phantoms lost.

The lands will grow black.
There is no sunrise yet to come

May these moments under the moon be eternal.
May the infinity haunt me... In darkness.

Benighted darker and darker
As I walk through the woods
Into the silent shadows.

As the sky goes from dark to black, ice cold whispers burns my skin.
From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto me...
Grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow.
A moon, a bloodred full moon lights my black hearts night.

Lightning cracks the sky and thunders roll
Through the night a chaos of storms arise.

Burning flames catch my eyes... Purgatory.
Into the shadows so dark I hear the choirs of evil
A joy in blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies.

The gate is open...

Into the silent shadows I crawl
Upon the throne so cold
Atmosphere of melancholy.
I will forever burn...
Burn... Burn...

Into the silent shadows I crawl
Upon the throne so cold
Atmosphere of melancholy.
I will forever burn...

Into the silent shadows.

The heavens are lit by the stars
Where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid.
They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself.
Reflected in the deepless lakes
(They are drowning in black elements).

They are the planetary keys to unlimited wisdom
And power for the emperor to obtain.
They bring the gods of the wolves
Whom upon they bark at night

Requesting their next victim in thirst of blood.
I enjoy those moments I may haunt with these beasts of the night.

What kinds of beings are existing
At the deeps of my lakes?
They surely must be of an evil race
For no friendly thing can live in such depressive waters.

Here is also a planet similar to the moon, but its phases is only one
And it is in its most powerful for all and ever...
There passes no light without the barking of the wolves.

All these landscapes are timeless
And this is all just a part of cosmos
but all is mine and past and future is yet to discover...
Much have been discovered, but tomorrow
I will realise I existed before myself.

I will be reborn
Before I die.

I will realise planets ages old
Created by a rules with a crown of dragon claws
Arrived with a stargate...
A king among the wolves in the night...
An observer of the stars.

I will realise planets ages old
Created by a rules with a crown of dragon claws
Arrived with a stargate...
A king among the wolves in the night...
An observer of the stars.

An observer of the stars.
An observer of the stars.

Beyond the great vast forest
Surrounded by majestic mountains
Dark rivers float like tears of sorrow.
Frost submerge the holy ring of fire.

They shall rise again, for they are of him...
The dark lord of eternities.

These are the Devils of Darkness.
They can not be laid to rest forever.
Resurrection... They shall haunt again
"Phantom der nacht", the creatures of the night
Blood is life.
Blood is life.

Their art of death is infernal
Like their life eternal.
See the castle so proud
But yet so grey and cold.

Their art of death is infernal
Like their life eternal.
See the castle so proud
But yet so grey and cold.

Grey and cold.
Grey and cold.

The frost submerge.
The moon is on the rise.
Hear the nocturnal howling of the wolves...
The children of the night.
They shall rise again
Resurrected through our gathering of the ancient and evil.

They shall rise again, for they are of him...
The dark lord of eternities.

These are the Devils of Darkness.
They can not be laid to rest forever.
Resurrection... They shall haunt again
"Phantom der nacht", the creatures of the night
Blood is life.
Blood is life.

In the name of the almighty Emperor they shall rise
And forever wander the land beyond the great vast forest.

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 the 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.
...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 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.

Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light.
The night comes whirling like a maelstrom.
Warring waves of cracking clouds embrace this nightside landscape.
The heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the moon.
The winds are crying mournfully and tears fly with the gusts.
They whip my clenched faces freezing skin with ice-cold burning cuts.

Too long have I suffered the desert sands of time.
But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign.
My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life
To fly into the mist of the night, into the nightside eclipse
And experience existence on the other side.

As a stone of scorching enthusiasm
I refract the reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea.
Growing circles of grief and pain slides across the land
As an omen of the horror yet to come.

The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons
Breed in my infernal, sinking soul.
And as I reach the surface once again
These powers are under my control.
Now I am one with the nightsky majesty.

Mightiest am I
But I am not alone in this cosmos of mine.
For the black hills consist of black souls
Souls that already died one thousand deaths.
Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art.
Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold.

Far up in the mountains
Where the rain falls not far
Yet the sun cannot reach.
The wizards, my servants
Summon the souls of macrocosm.

No age will escape my wrath.
I travel though time and I return to the future.
I gather wisdom now lost.
I visit again the eternally ancient caves
Before a mighty Emperor thereupon came.
Watching the mortals "discovering" my chronicles
Guarded by the old demons, even unknown to me.

Once destroyed their souls are being summoned
To my timeless prison of hate
It is disgustful to feast upon the screaming souls
that were destroyed in my future.

How many wizards that serve me with evil, I know not.
My empires have no limits.

From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes.
I am the ruler and has been for eternities long.

I am them.
I am them.
I am them.

From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes.
I am the ruler and has been for eternities long.
My wizards are many, but their essence is mine.
Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief.
Because I am the spirit of their existence.

I am them.
I am them.
I am them.

O'mighty Lord of the Night.
Master of beasts.
Bringer of awe and derision.
Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife.
Thou whose presence dweleth in every shadow.
Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm.
Harkee.

Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou are the king of howling wolves.
Thou are the king of howling wolves.
Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy.
Sans compassion.
Nor will to answer whosever asketh the why.

Thy path is capricious but yet so wide.
With no such thing as an impediment to strong.

Every time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine.
I take another step towards Thy Pantheon.

O'mighty Lord of the Night.
Master of beasts.
Bringer of awe and derision.
Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife.
Thou whose presence dweleth in every shadow.
Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm.
Harkee.

Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou are the king of howling wolves.
Thou are the king of howling wolves.
Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy.
Sans compassion.
Nor will to answer whosever asketh the why.

Forever wilt I bleed for Thee.
Forever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name.
Forever wilt I serve Thee.
Thou shalt forever prevail.

Inno a Satana.
Inno a Satana.
Inno a Satana.
Inno a Satana.
Inno a Satana.