Fortold is the martyr
A cold wind blows
Dark wings descend through
Mournful skies
Night fell into
Endless darkening
Losing himself in darkness
There pure delusions die
A world unseen before thee
Lost remorse
Enthroned by night
A constant blaze...
within thy soul
Seeks beyond...
in darkest depths
Thy calling black...
power breeds
For there is power in darkness
See to the night he holds
Echoes resound in cold silence
Lament divine under starlit moon
A force lies hidden
Amongst the stars and alone
What mortal minds have forgotten
Their ancient astral home
No longer shall I be bound
By the fetters of human kind
I will cross to the other side
And lay claim to my dragon throne
For this is my shadowed fate
Forever
Ghostly eyes possess him
Dirge from below frees the soul entombed
To stand mighty
Thrones of night shall call thee
Death's gleam
Cold void world
Feel
