Die For Your Cross

Die for your cross!

Into The Moonlight's Cold Embrace

As the crimson western horizon has turned to grey twilight,

I rise and ascend my nighttrone.

Whispering shadows crawl beneath the dark moon,

Bearing infinity within.

As pure as in the times before the light,

When I ruled the elder world before even a star was ignited.

I'll build a bridge to the elder world

By keeping aflame the fire of black eternity.

Mine is the night, behind the shadow-curtain I reign... forever!

I wander beneath the darkened sky

As I did when the night was pure and omnipresent.

The chronicles of milleniums are reflected in my memories,

Guarded in the unfathomable depths of my heart.

I soar high above my nightworld,

While the light has retired into the abyss of my empire.

I'll build a bridge to the elder world

By keeping aflame the fire of black eternity.

Mine is the night, behind the shadow-curtain I reign... forever!

This is the birth of the final storm.

The landscapes shall fall under the reign of the dark and the cold.

The landscapes shall fall into the moonlight's cold embrace.

For an age of nightfall - for an eclipse even darker than Obsidian.

Unsilent I am... I dwell among the darkest images of haunted souls.

Looking through the eyes of the nightshades,

I fly up high into the gorge of my realm.

I'll stir the surface of the ancient days again... and for eternity's length.

Dark is my call, but yet so forlorn in this solitude.

The last storm, the last fight for the dark,

For the age of nightfall to arise...