Through utter darkness we roam

And we breathe the air of this autumn evening.
So bright, the cold breeze fills our hearts with ice
And we hear the trees whisper and the spirits sing.
The perfume to smell is full of enchantment
A warm secret surrounded by cold.
And

On the wings of imperceptible creatures
I'm dwelling through a myriad of stars
Innumerable dreams are weaved as one
No destination, an arcane illusion

With a super natural elegance
Oscillating through future times to come
Hold in the horrible jaws of deformity
All

In memory of the Germanic tribes whose spirit still burns in me, And will never fade
away, hail to thee

"Bezit sterft, families sterven
Jijzelf zult sterven als zij
Maar één ding weet ik, dat eeuwig leeft
De heldenroem van de dode."

From this grey land of mist a

Wandering draped in smothered moonlight
Distant memories consume my mind
Amidst these blackened ancient woods
The profound smell of grievance slumbers
Unfolding dreams seem vague but still
As the fields of old draw near
And these mountains I still recognise
(Bl

When the leaves fall from the tree
And the sun shines not as strong as it did before
You can feel the wind is getting colder
The days become shorter, every night

The freezing wind rages through the trees
At this time dark powers unite
We exist to reach our desire

I have been wandering the ages
Felt the pain, injecting my heart with misery
For we are particles of matter throughout the centuries
Evolving to each others agony
The evolution of the human mind
Causes the degeneration of mankind

I want to float among the stars
Bet

The present days are darker than before,
Yet our fearsome glory fades away no more
Ancient symbols carved in human skin,
Whilst our occult rituals begin

The witches' knowledge of the days forlorn,
Revealing deadly spells of wrath and scorn
Speak the words which open wid

Act I - The Road to Stalingrad
Hear the ominous tale of one of the great battles in mankind's bloody history
Fought on the shores of the Volga river in the vastness of the Russian territory
Oh cursed yet glorified name of Stalingrad - immortalized for centuries to come
Where so m

[Chapter 1:]
The warrior's fight with the unearthly forces of the caves of death.
The fight lasts for months and is challenging for both the warrior's physic
and mental strength.
Eventually he manages to resist the murderous forces of death.
Hail to the immortal warrior

Listening to the wolves in this cold winter night,
This night we start our battle with pride
Their time has come...
Return to where you are from
Them, the ones we despise,
Will soon be at their end
They will suffer for their own (believed) lies,
For all eternity they

Through clouds of fog and ice we are gathered under a dark starry sky
Our pagan fires are burning in the night
Flames rise high up to the sky; unholy omen of hell
Riding with the winds we have come with the strength of one thousand swords

The old man mutters words of hatred an

We stand at the dawn of the battle of ages
And proudly raise our heads towards an endless bloodred sky
Our heathen hearts are filled with melancholy and hate
For on this day the cursed ones will finally prevail

Fire in the sky - humanity will die
Cosmic winds of hate - sea

They are dark, the mystical purple shining skies
Fictional reality images, that only the night has the power to create
Blackening of the sun, the day slowly dies
Feeling frozen as I stand, feeling the sinister ambiance
This night made, not knowing what to await...

Myst

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Veiled in the repulsive shadows of sorcery
I am the usurper of darkness
Ready to unchain the heralds of Apocalypse
Plague, war, death and famine

My citadel lies shining in the cold light of the moon
Invocating spells of destruction in the directions of the wind
I watch

Centuries have past
But wars did never last
Banners of war were raised
And will be raised again
An ever-recurring ritual
So malicious, but inevitable

When the northern spell of ice
Turns skies into a crimson veil
Our blood will crystallize
Spell-bou

As the wolves howl
And the moon penetrates the driving clouds
When the trees cradle above a murmerous cascade
Your stature approaches closer and closer
An Osculum Infame

Your scent is still present
In this place so dark, so pure
At a bed of leaves I still see

Dismay, hatred and despair fiercely blazing from their eyes
as the crowd solemnly yet violently proceeds. Proudly a coffin
is exposed amidst followers of the hearse; glorified. And wives
cry over him, dead: a well-deserved consequence of a mortal sin.
An act of blasphemy; the twi

For the dawn in Isengard is sunless
For the day in Isengard is black
For the evening storms roar crimson
As the night falls with a fiery sky

When the words are spoken
The shadow rises from his tomb
A majestic shade over the world
As I grant thee the key and t

The Warlord weaves his web of fear.
Each man receives his faith of share.
A blood-red sun is the warriors shield.
The eagle scans the battlefield.

From a beautiful dark past,
when the Earth was young and pure.
We'll go into a disgraceful future,
where everyth