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