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.
