Whispers in the Night
Dark Winds of Evil
As I walk in this Black Domain
With Might and Wisdom in My Hands
I Travel across the Horizons
(Black) Misanthropy fills our Souls
With the Darkness of the Night
And with all the Spells of the Forest
(Black) Misanthropy fills our Souls
With the Darkness of the Night
And with all the Spells of the Forest
The Moon turns to Red
A Gloomy Light Appears Before Me
This is the Way (that I Look Upon)
Towards the Icy Northern Highlands
The Threshold is Covered by Snow
A Gloomy Light Appears Before Me
This is the Way (that I Look Upon)
Towards the Icy Northern Highlands
The Threshold is Covered by Snow
And far Beyond I can See
The Sun Dying
And far Beyond I can See
The Sun Dying
Dying . Dying . Dying