Hollow voices surround the space around the cromlech 
In evil tongues they speak, grim are their aims 
The storm rages [bad word] in it's anger 
The prophecy once spoken now should be fulfilled...

The altar of invocation awaits it's victim 
Whispering once forgotten prayers, forbidden and concealed 
Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds among the solitary virtue 
The last chronicle is finally revealed...

Through vast enchanting woods I stray in pride 
Lamentation of pure bestiality, 
Emptiness, my beloved and scarlet bride 
Bleeding, starving - among symbolic immortality...

Child of sunset, descendant of lunar tribes 
Darkness was upon the mystic birth of my funeral 
Cold and senseless grave became my shining bed 
As I began my quest towards twilight, the ever-first and primeval...

Anxious visions, danse macabre of universal mind 
Woe to you, dwellers of this once so peaceful planet! 
The blackened shadows grow longer and longer, night by night, 
As the ensemble of pre-apocalyptic silence...

Time has stopped and the sunlight ceased 
Awakened is the lord with horns, mighty messenger of darkness 
For the Dark [bad word] forth the Tellus... 
Descending through the space, riding the icewinds 
Grotesque demon army, enormous in it's number 
 [bad word] to conquer and enslave, 
To burn the sinistrous wastelands out of earth 
And await the fall of their gods...