The northern winds carried the vision of a time yet to be

when the cold breath of evil once ascends from it's throne

To join me as one with the night, in the light of moon

to let me inhale the mist of my sorrows

Let them flow through my veins and awaken the malice

the convulsion to be reborn like Fenris unbound from its chains

So that I could forever wander in search for his morbid heart

and leave behind just the footsteps in the snow.



Towards a gate between life and oneness with darkness

on a path made of crushed joyless frozen flowers

I will never look behind me, the desolate dark awaits

only once reaching out to crush the memory of life

Wandering into the endless depths of the dying horizon

to disappear in the raging funeral snowfall

In obscurity, encircled by the coiling shapes in ice

with eyes staring into the silent infinity where eternity awaits...