As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of
Norway and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise
Into the night I wander
Like many nights before
and like in my dreams, but centuries ago
Under the Moon, under the trees
Into the Infinity of Darkness, beyond the light of a new day
Into the frozen nature chilly
beyond the warmth of the dying Sun
Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling
I gaze into the Moon which grants
me visions these twelve full Moon
Nights of the year
And for each night the light of
the holy disciples fades away
Benighted darker and darker as I walk
Through the woods, into the silent shadows

As the sky goes from dark to black
ice cold whispers burns my skin
From nowhere to the deepest of my soul they speak unto me
Grievance of sadness, like the gift of sorrow
A Moon, a bloodred full Moon lights my black hearts night
Lightning cracks the sky and thunders roll
Through the night a chaos of storms arise
Purgatory
Burning flames catch my eyes
Into the shadows (so dark) I hear the choirs of
Evil, a "joy" in blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies
The Gate is open