In this might full of mysteries
I await thy call
on the top of the mountains
Of the forbidden arcane
A lunar beam extends on the desolate
Forest keping death

I shall ride the dream of the dead
And there I shall give them to you,
Our lord
The ceestial dream of god
Will be cries of endless fear
His memories will be infested
By nocturnal houls
Arden evil fires will lock forever
The temple of the false belief

I hear your incessing roar
Among the silent clouds

Cross the spheres of mine
And open the tenebrous gate
With your eyes blinded by wrath

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