the aim of the serpent the serpent s creation reveals itself now trough crystal spheres he s riding the waves as a real conqueror colliding with ships the ships of the kings he owns your sword the emerald weapon the steel of the heroes flow the black tears of dark angels your blade is now serving the dark the evil source of the unborn the truth is there in this hands quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur starless is my night silent is my ride trough the paradox of wisdom to the sea of nel silenzio tragiche realt fire is blazing fast across the bloody red sea the sunlight is fading on him these are the wizard s last holy sights the wizard s last rhymes we are reaching the brutal the tragic dimension led by reflections reflections of death the ghost in the fog wander lamenting while violence devours my wasted brain let me awake the astral bewitchement is the fatal witness of created surge of chaos i reflect the constellations now close your eyes and fight blind the moon is dying don t fear his might  quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur starless is my night silent is my ride trough the paradox of wisdom to the sea of nel silenzio tragiche realt fire is blazing fast across the bloody red sea the sunlight is fading on him these are the wizard s last holy sights the poem s tragic rhymes fierce blows the wind infinite fires on elnor sea hail to the king he died as brave oh valiant hero but so in vain facing the storm the storm and soon the snakes of the abyss swallowed the mighty woodship while the waves of the bloody ocean were reaching the walls of the falling town my brother s limbs food for those snakes the divine steel deep under me under me quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur starless is my night silent is my ride trough the paradox of wisdom to the sea of nel silenzio tragiche realt fire is blazing fast across the bloody red sea the sunlight is fading on him these are the wizard s last holy sights the poem s tragic rhymes nel silenzio tragiche realt fire is blazing fast across the bloody red sea the sunlight is fading on him these are the wizard s last holy sights the poem s tragic rhymes 1