Spiritual Obscure Mysteries

In the times of ancient prophecies

when the taught found its tangibility

The eternal tale, beautiful in darkness,

born in the dusk begun

On the wings of storm, in the dark clear night

the land is trembling, bird of prey yells

Neigh of horses savaged by abhorrence

beyond the limits of earboundaries rises the paining wail

The last sabre of beams melting in tortures

day is dying and his mastery's might

Moon has flowered in the lament of sun

and purple dream, so falls the night

Under the forest walls; the knight nocturnal

by vesture shrouds the land into the awe

The nomad by sadness wandering in time

Arcane herald of misfortune

Temple of pain, strong and alone

the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is

Temple of pain, strong and alone

emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness

He cuts the clouds on a black horse

His sword's splendour; seems to be eternal

Within ourselves everyone bear

the origin of our misery

Temple of pain, strong and alone

the kingdom of shadow where no forgiveness is

Temple of pain, strong and alone

emperor of evil dreams, spiritual darkness