pass
a freezing wind a promise bring
the dawn of the dying sun

chaos dwelling secretly
ten centuaries of night... eternal!
earth turns to a frozen stone
all things shall end
yet thorns shall grow
throughout the dust of death

bringer of chaos be greeted!
harvest your souls from your chariot of ice

beware the future misery
it is written in the night
an eclipsing wind, a promise brings
the dawn of the dying sun

a massive lust-like rage I feel
yet calm, rejoiced, I am
the so life-giving daylight went
then night, so pure, became
with the shining, ancient, moon
so cold and twilight grey
it is the dawn ofthe dying sun!!!


2. The Awakening Of Kings

this is the dusk of the week!
northern storms are silent,
yet it blows in the north
northern kings are sleeping,
yet kings rule

ten centuries of torment
of a northern soul
but soon the hammer shall strike
this is the dusk of the week
the dawn of an age of... strength!

oh'hail the mighty kingdom
that from the ruins shall arise
oh'hail the mighty kingdom
beneath the midnight skies
northern storms are no longer silent
northern kings do no longer sleep
oh'hail the mighty kingdom


3. Apocalyptic Prophecies (The Sign Of Hades)

it shall come one night a darkness
for centuries to last
when water turns to blood
andwineto poison

shadows of dimensions far up high
dwells strongly in a soul
destend to a gloom of a thousand nights
there are no limits for the blood and tears
that rains from the sky

swords shall sing and axes chime
in a neverending dance of death
and impaled heads of angels,
are held up high on heathen spears

when angels weep their blood-red tears
it is the sign of hades
each song, each chant, each blasphemy
it is the sign of hades

swords shall chime and blood shall flow
in a neverending death dance
and crows shall feast upon dead men's eyes

water turns to blood
and wine to poison

there are no limits for the torment
that rains from the sky
the time has come for death
and there is no return

when the reaper comes to hunt your soul
when the angels heads are held up high
when brothers fall for brothers sword
when blackwinds rage, and fire rapes the sky
it is the sign of hades!!!


4. Alone Walkyng

[Written by Richard Chaucer anno 1572]

alone walkyng, in thought planing,
and sore sighing, all desolate.
me remembryng, of my livyng,
my dethe wishyng,
bothe erly and late.

infortunate, is so my fate,
that vote ye what? out of measure.

my life I hate, thus desperate
in soche pore eslate doe I endure.

of othir cure am I not sure
thus to endure is hard certain.

such is my ure I you ensure:
what creature
maie have more pain?

my truthe so plain is take in vain,
and grete disdain in remembraunce;

yet I full faine
would me complaine
meto abstaine from this penaunce:

but in substaunce none allegeaunce
of my grevaunce can I not finde:

right so my chaunce with
displesaunce
doeth me avaunce
and thus an ende.


5. Crusade Of The Underworld Hordes

gathered are they, the wolves
from the north
and the tribes of
the underworld hordes
heathen men
from pagan wastelands
joined with them have they

the stench of blood. holy blood!
have penetrated their woods and
fields too long
ravens flew as messengers
from hill to hill

they brought harsh
blasphemous chant
as ancient as time it self
whispered by the wind which
cries for the waning moon

the beholders of the cr0ss, shall
be mesmerized by fear
their fate denies the fact of such
creations

man, beast-the hordes of the
underworld
bound by chains foged by
pagan blood
to night they shall feast
tonight the ravens and wolves
shall feast
upon blood, of those of the
light who beholds the cross
beneath the remains of a civilisation

centuries of sorrow!!!
centuries of pain!!!


6. The Tale Of A Nocturnal Empress

the wolves howled at the moon
that chilly autumn night
and cold winds whispered through
the scattered leaves
when the first light from
a late, yet crimson dawn,
shined through the morning mist...
she was dead... and so reborn.

caught in a web of silver beams
thrown from an ocean of stars
a sea that from now, always
shall haunt her existence

she exists only in darkness
she feeds from the vain of
an innocent child
yet she is strong
unbound by the chains of
mortality

sometimes under
the ocean of stars
she gazes at the black horizon
wistful thoughts of death
she wish for sleep
she has no quest
just an eternal lust for blood
always walk alone - eternally!

she is the eye of the raven
she is the ear of the wolf
she is mockery it self
of the holy trinity
she is the pleasure concived
from your pain
the empress of nocturnals
thou shalt fear
and thou shalt serve
and thou shalt... die
in her embracing kiss of death


7. Pagan Prayer

over the cold endless
mountain streem
into the dark frozen forest
under the snow coverd trees
through the wintery
whispering winds
great gods of Esgerd
guide us through the night
let your ravens fly

lead us through valleys
great gods of valhalla
guide us through woods
great gods of valhalla
let your valkyres fly
and let us enter
let us enter thy hall

over the cold endless
mountain streem
into the dark frozen forest
under the snowcoverd trees
through the wintery
whispering winds
great gods of Esgerd
guide us through the night
let your ravens fly