Here I sit above all that is pure Within my mountains of endless darkness One who arises in mighty halls of iron Casting sorrow over the world With white eyes piercing the mists of night Seeking all who escaped the land of shadows Listening for whispers fleeing the fields Searching the highest peaks of the world Torment all who oppose me Enslave the weaker kin Your cries of pain will echo Through the fiery pits No gates can with withstand my power No beauty will I ever revere My soul cold and sharp like a jagged spear Will pierce the beating heart of the world From fire serpents shall rise Dancing with the breath of wind Above the pale fog That rolls over the hills You will meet your demise Under a crimson sky Kneel before my blackend throne Let terror possess your spirit For you shall do my bidding Under a spell of fiery hate Unleashing spirits of blazing fire I will bring forth the end of your world Rivers will flow with the innocent blood of men The age of darkness shall bring your bitter end