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 moonwhich 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 if 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.
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 moonlights 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.
The heaves 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 wisom and power for the Emperor to obtain.They being 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 beats of the night. What kinds of
beings are existing at the deeps of my lakes? They surely 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 abd 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...
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 castel 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.
May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. We
will travel for eternitys into the unknown to reach what we seek. Fight the ways through
the barriers of light, through the wastelands where nothing but grief have become the
eternalmemory. Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky. Guided by the
shiening moon in 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 armours 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.
Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light. The night comes
whirling like a maelstrom. Warring waves of crackling clouds embrace this nightside
landscape. The heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the moon. The winds
are crying mournfully and tears fly with the gusts. They whip my clenched faces freezing
skin with ice-cold burning cuts. Too long I have sufferred the desert sands of time. But
as I drown in darkness it will release the sign. My soul will leave this mortal coil of
flesh and earthly life, to fly into the mist of night, into the nightside eclipse, and
experience existence on the other side. As a stone of scorching enthusiasm I refract the
reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea. Growing circles of grief and pain slides
across the land as an ome of the horror yet to come. The strength of a thousand
fire-breathing demons breed in my infernal, sinking soul. Ans as I reach the surface once
again these powers are under my control. Now I am one with the night sky majesty.
Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black
hills consists of black souls, souls that already dies 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 through 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 their souls are being summoned to my timeless prison of hate. It is
delightful 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 bottomless 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.
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 dweleth 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
art the king of howling wolves. Thou hath the power to force any light in wane. Sans
mercy. Sans compassion nor will to answer whosoever 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 shalt forever prevail.
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