May the wolves start to howl again 
May the age of darkness arise 
We will travel for eternitys into the unknown to reach what we seek 
Fight the ways through the barriers of light 
through the wastelands where nothing but grief have [bad word] the eternal memory 
Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the 
sky 
Guided by the shining moon in the starry sky above 
In the horizon beyond black clouds of [bad word] rages like dancing shadows of pain 
We will grant Him their pain 
He will grant us His flame 
In flesh and blood 
He will arise to deliver the key 
As the armours black robe slides across the landscape 
we see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil... Darkness, frost hate... the throne will be ours 
May the wolves start to howl again 
May the age of darkness arise 
May we touch the black flames of the past again... and forevermore