far away beyond the blackest ocean of blood on the boundless scope of lost mainland of nameless horror under pale nebulas united in mysterious runes i ve found the thing i ve been inspired night wind is bringing mournful sounds of bell i count the strikes three times in six someone s will thickens the mist for me to step the ground where all the sacred burn no beast no bird no even shade appears to sign the flow of time fang shaped towers of hollow torment stand embraced by crimson flames and i am coming into this palace i see the light i ve never seen before i am here to proselytize and stay forever in this world of fire and ice i smell the frosty of ghostly halls on the rising stairway to the abandoned throne and then saluting thee oh winged one crowned with seven stars i hear kor me o antie tae taeirny new souls have to be born despite the curse we have been blinded for the long dark time in this realm of damned we are condemned to grief like gods of sorrow i came to seek the wisdom no one have ever got through chills of times and land i came to watch yet here i dwell for winds of destiny persuade my mortal being to stay forever with this beauty and in the apogee of the great triumph surrounded by their ugly spawn heartless they ll find their logical end to disappear from life until the time 