As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway 

And the silence reach the woods

I awake and rise... Into the night I wander

Like many nights before, and like in my dreams, but centuries ago

Under the moon, under the trees. 

Into the Infinity of Darkness

Beyond the light of a new day

Into the frozen nature chilly, 

Beyond the warmth of the dying sun. 

Hear the whispering of the wind

The shadows calling... 

I gaze into the moon which grants me visions 

These twelve full moon nights of the year

And for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away

Weaker and weaker, one by one

I gaze into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes

My eyes cold as the darkest winter nights

But yet there is a flame inside

It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world

Into the infinity of thoughts... 

Thoughts of upcoming reality. 

In the name of the almighty Emperor 

I will ride the Lands in pride

Carrying the Blacksword at hand, in warfare

I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones

Despair will be brought upon the hoping childs of

Happiness

Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse 

Will pollute sadness and hate under the reign of fear. 

The lands will grow black

There is no sunrise yet to come 

Into the wastelands of phantoms lost

May these moments under the moon be eternal. May the infinity haunt me... In Darkness.