.Ohh mistress of emotions night in twilight rays of grey in your embrace alone I find endurance the fragile hours set between the sundown and the dawn
[Written by Richard Chaucer anno 1572] alone walkyng, in thought planing, and sore sighing, all desolate. me remembryng, of my livyng, my dethe wishyng
RISE!! high above the crystal sea the lake of fools FLY!! fly on the wings of your soul invoke the daemon that dwells at the core of your soul the beast
Free my spirit from the flesh free my soul from the mediocre state of mortality I shall dance with the ravens that circle the sky between dream and death
into the darkest forrest they go dressed in black dressed in coats women of evil lust unholy congregation at the darkest hour their torches they light
Do you sense the daemon that watches you While you sleep in your bed Do you feel the claw of my mental embrace Ohh suffer my daemonwrath The intense touch
Heathen warcry I summon the strength of the gods warcry! my soul is free to become possessed and new reward shall be given as we ride under the... black
I am the writer of the plays, played at the theatre of pain I am the joker in the most evil of all games I host the circus of the plague SO!! Cut me with
So cold an embrace From the dead, Yet so familiar arms That used to belong That used to belong to a queen So cold a kiss. So cold a kiss from the lips
The wolves howled at the moon That chilly autumn night And cold winds whispered through The scattered leaves When the first light from A late, yet crimson
the mist of blue frost falls the proud valleys of the north an iceage of terror as silent as snow hides the hills in this frozen land I ride as the northern
burning midnight skies the blaze of the stars is calling again wispering mystic chorus a promise of immortality take my soul to where the falcons fly
over the cold endless mountain streem into the dark frozen forest under the snow coverd trees through the wintery whispering winds great gods of Esgerd
this is the dusk of the week! northern storms are silent, yet it blows in the north northern kings are sleeping, yet kings rule ten centuries of torment
a massive lust-like rage I feel yet calm, rejoiced, I am the so lifegiving daylight went then night, so pure, became with the shining, ancient, moon so
When the hunger Slit your mind apart And you hind yourself Strangled by the crown of thorns You crave.your soul is bleeding You throttle in a lake Of
You are my Savior You are the Lord Almighty, none can stand against Your name Lord, Your name has the power to save, power to save You are the Lord Almighty
flames reflects in my eyes the wildness and hate are born I draw the magic signs in the air the pride, act of holy bastards burnt here's no more place