Blindest bid amongst the temples
Of shame and torment sins
Blind we walk with father winds
Of knowledge long ago...
From an age of wrath and might
Sins of torment reign
Blackest depth of northern souls
Wallow in its grave
Dark supreme amongst you all
I question who is Lord?
Dream to me a sorrowed path
Of unholy ways to come
In an image of might and sin
Torment shadows reign
From black depths may mighty be
The soul of warriors lost
Welcome to my world of woe
Where sorrow reigns supreme
Blinded by darkness,shadows be
Forever lost in time...
Open up your soul and release
Your mortal desires unto me
Bestowed upon an ancient throne
Longing to be set free
To ride amongst bitter cold winds
To ride with the storm
Hear the echoing call of blackest fates to be
Feel the power of the darkest lord
Writhing in the north
Above whose powers shalt be
The mightiest of them all
To reign supreme amongst the false
Crushed into sands of time
Lost in decades of fate
And destined to never return...
Worlds shall suffer,bonds shall break
To times of unknown fate
Of what lies beyond these gates
Destined i am to dwell
Alone and cold with hopes of promised fate
Wander in forgotten realms