The Land Of Phantoms

A predator of humans, who haunts the roads near Tirgoviste,

holds the soil of its decrepit grave...

to slumber and give rebirth

unto the blood of Nachttoter...

Ghastly images haunt the domain

decayed as the tombs of stone

numerous apparitions we have evoked from beyound the graves

those, the stakes in which much blood was lost, they cast

our biddings...

be it light or dark...

many frigid and warm nights, when the black flame

devours all

there was a talon formed...

which struck the light from Yeshua's horde...

Through the manipulation of flesh and spirit I have

become a shadowgod and devoid of humanity...

I discovered the Philosopher's Stone,

all was revealed...

Enter this dominion, prepare thy funerary posture,

they haunt in malignant forms...Das land der Phantome!