The inexpugnable sisters of the mist advance with anger, behind the impetuous march, the kingdom of mystical darkness. Fine blades of crystal kiss and bless. Hyperborean wind spirits embrace from within
Luciferian strings, drums of fire. The stormy night's orchestra celebrates the warrior in his fate Oh! Perpetual nocturnal quintessence... awake the unlight's might!
Omnipresent dominion over the draconian nexus Infernal forge of imperishable senses
Black magic galaxies gathered in the hidden dimension Angels of the final twilight fly free beyond the penumbra Poets gallop on winged demons, dark perceptions of clarity Farewell! to the holy river, to the wonderful filth
The imperial chariot of argent rides through the nebular landscape pale brilliance of ethereal wine Mistress of three faces. Attend! The royal daughter has died
Uncursed from dogmatic mistakes Embattled at the glorious path of power
Crowning the sin, and unveiling the grace, the gate opened to both sides Finally, seeds of the same nature The dying phantom of the cross sinks into oblivion Exiled, never to return, never more
"Now my will is the hammer which molds this world"
Night's spell, take me away from the forlorn dungeons of the masks Like a raven through the unholy shine so far away, where the mind feels not the time In this mighty glory
Night's spell release me from the graves made of fear and holy lies Like a wolfpack through the cosmic woods Forever more, where the soul is not a vassal Where I'm dark in glory with the night