[Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum]
[Prologue:]
Once there was a time
When we would wander through landscapes
Which
seemed infinite under the light
Of a sun that was to be murdered by the darkness of night
Like a knife it cut us free
Allowing us
Earth's secrets to be seen
The wind carries our soul through the air
Sanguine creatures we have never been
The way that lies
ahead of us
Is covered with mysterious melancholy
Draped in nightly enigmas, only for us to see
And long journeys we
travel
Their horses sweating when we arrive
Our coming carves fear in their hearts
And men weapon themselves in fright
We are
cloaked by darkness, under pitch-black skies
And storms sweep over their lands
Their steel is useless against our might
Never
again will it shine in the bleak moonlight
The wind carries our soul through the air
The east we'll destroy, the west will
obey
The north we'll possess, the south we will slay
Leaving behind lands in decay
Creating a morbid light on our
path
Wandering so exalts our existence
We are the withering flowers on their grave
...And storms sweep over their lands...
And long journeys we travel
Their horses sweating when we arrive
Our coming carves fear in their souls
As our swords
shine in the bleak moonlight
