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, by 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.
Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black
hills consist of black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the
stone walls of centuries they breed their black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of
black gold. Far up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot
reach. The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my
wrath. I travel though time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit
again the eternally ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the
mortals "discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to
me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that was destroyed in my future. How
many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires has no limits. From the never
ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and has been for eternity's
long. My wizards are many, but their essence is mine. Forever there are in the hills in
their stone homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their existence. I am them
Benighted darker and darker as I walk through the woods, into the silent
shadows. As the sky goes from dark to black ice cold whispers burns my skin. From nowhere
to the deepest of my soul they speak unto me... grievance of sadness, like the gift of
sorrow. A moon, a bloodred full moon lights my black hearts night. Lightning cracks the
sky and thunders roll, through the night a chaos of storms arise. Burning flames catch my
eyes... Purgatory. Into the shadows so dark I hear the choirs of evil, a "joy"
in blasphemy beyond my darkest fantasies. The Gate is open... Into the silent shadows I
crawl, upon the throne so cold, atmosphere of melancholy. I will forever burn... Into the
silent shadows.
May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. We
will travel for eternity's into the unknown to reach what we seek. Right the ways through
the barriers of light, through wastelands where nothing but grief have become the eternal
memory. Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky. Guided by the shining
moon into the starry sky above. In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages
like dancing shadows of pain. We will grant Him their pain. He will grant us His flame. In
flesh and blood. He will arise to deliver the key. As the armors black robe slides across
the landscape, we see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil... Darkness, frost
hate... the throne will be ours. May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of
darkness arise. May we touch the black flames of the past again... and forevermore.
The heavens are lit by the stars where years of secrets of universal
forces lay hid. They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself.
Reflected in the deepless lakes they are drowning in black elements. They are the
planetary keys to unlimited wisdom and power for the Emperor to obtain. They bring the
gods of the wolves whom upon they bark at night, requesting their next victim in thirst of
blood. I enjoy those moments I may haunt with these beasts of the night. What kinds of
beings are existing at the deeps of my lakes? They surly must be of an evil race, for no
friendly thing can live in such depressive waters. Here is also a planet similar to the
moon, but its phases is only one and it is in its most powerful for all and ever... There
passes no light without the barking of the wolves. All these landscapes are timeless, and
this is all just a part of cosmos, but all is mine and past and future is yet
to discover... Much have been discovered, but tomorrow I will realise I existed before
myself. I will be reborn before I die. I will realise planets ages old, created by a rules
with a crown of dragon claws, arrived with a stargate...
O'mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and
derision. Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife. Thou
whose presence dwelth in every shadow. Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm. Harkee. Thou art the Emperor of Darkness. Thou are
the king of howling wolves. Thou hath the power to force any light in wane. Sans mercy.
Sans compassion nor will to answer whosever asketh the why. Thy path is capricious but yet
so wide. With no such thing as an impediment to strong. Every time thou consecrate me to
another secret of Thine. I take another step towards Thy Pantheon. Forever wilt I bleed
for Thee. Forever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name. Forever wilt I serve Thee. Thou shalt
forever prevail.
Beyond the great vast forest, surrounded by majestic mountains, dark
rivers float like tears of sorrow. Frost submerge the holy ring of fire. They shall rise
again, for they are of Him... The Dark Lord of eternity's. These are the Devils of
Darkness. They can not be laid to rest forever. Resurrection... They shall haunt again,
the creatures of the night "Phantom der nacht" Blood is life. Their art of death
is infernal, like their life eternal. See the castle so proud, but yet so grey and cold.
The frost submerge. The moon is on the rise. Hear the nocturnal howling of the wolves...
the children of the night. They shall rise again, resurrected through our gathering of the
ancient and evil. In the name of the almighty Emperor they shall rise and forever wander
the land beyond the great vast forest.
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