In centuries before eternity was born
Where the ancients adored the period of dusk
I capture these memories inside thy soul
No time can transform the true beliefs

The deadly torment will destroy
The human faith on this earth
Consecrated by the power of my glory
Enth

In the night the forest lies cold
Longing for the north wind to return
Hear the sad whisper of the wind
Blackened clouds cover the crescent moon
Evil lords ride the tempest wings
Cursed is the soil of the pathetic fools
The winds of mayhem have returned
To the inferna